<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:36:40.568+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Strix</title><subtitle type='html'>Coruche, Ribatejo, Portugal.
Falar de Coruche, do Ribatejo, de Portugal, do Mundo, num conjunto de vertentes, tão amplo quanto as que se vierem a manifestar oportunas, não esquecendo o objectivo primeiro que é falar de pequenas coisas relacionadas com o património natural e cultural do concelho.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>181</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-5335106245421406545</id><published>2011-02-28T13:19:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-01T10:58:26.166Z</updated><title type='text'>Ciclo desagradável</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_kmPGqGT-2s/TWzQImWaLpI/AAAAAAAABrw/7HxdfshbxJI/s1600/Cheias%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579062884557270674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_kmPGqGT-2s/TWzQImWaLpI/AAAAAAAABrw/7HxdfshbxJI/s400/Cheias%2B2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Embora cause grande desconforto, as cheias são um elemento enriquecedor, trazendo nutrientes para os solos que hão-de dar riqueza ao concelho.&lt;br /&gt;Os campos inundados fazem parte do "património" do concelho marcando vidas e fazendo recordar tempos idos, em que o campo, muito mais que hoje, interferia na vida das pessoas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-5335106245421406545?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/5335106245421406545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=5335106245421406545' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/5335106245421406545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/5335106245421406545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2011/02/ciclo-desagradavel.html' title='Ciclo desagradável'/><author><name>Sorraia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554282745588048896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_kmPGqGT-2s/TWzQImWaLpI/AAAAAAAABrw/7HxdfshbxJI/s72-c/Cheias%2B2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-253279640549222625</id><published>2009-05-05T17:55:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:00:22.795+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A evolução</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SgBvyT4cztI/AAAAAAAAAL4/pw7dH5pq47A/s1600-h/Moinho+de+Vento+-+Fajarda+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SgBvyT4cztI/AAAAAAAAAL4/pw7dH5pq47A/s400/Moinho+de+Vento+-+Fajarda+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este moínho, agora desactivado, parece ter sido também obra realizada para fazer face à campanha dos cereais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Segundo informação verbal recolhida, foi construído por volta de 1940, também para fazer face à produção cerealífera da região.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um moinho de vento, óbviamente aproveita a enegia do vento para fazer rodar as velas que por translacção vão originar movimento nas suas pesadas mós. Parece no entanto ser dificil compreender a sua implantação naquele sitio - a Fajarda, junto à Herdade do Cascavél, zona que presentemente se encontra com povoamento arbóreo considerável e que se existisse na época, por certo, dificultaria o aproveitamento da energia eólica.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não será de estranhar que na informação recolhida também seja referido o facto de, a dado momento, ter sido accionado por um motor a gasóleo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-253279640549222625?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/253279640549222625/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=253279640549222625' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/253279640549222625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/253279640549222625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2009/05/evolucao.html' title='A evolução'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SgBvyT4cztI/AAAAAAAAAL4/pw7dH5pq47A/s72-c/Moinho+de+Vento+-+Fajarda+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-6486063548842267124</id><published>2009-04-30T15:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:21:33.252+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Moagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/Sfmwp1IZ1AI/AAAAAAAAALg/b38S5LafcrI/s1600-h/DSC_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/Sfmwp1IZ1AI/AAAAAAAAALg/b38S5LafcrI/s400/DSC_0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Moagem - Coruche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="CLEAR: both" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As décadas de 20 e 30 apresentaram grande desenvolvimento na produção de cereais no concelho de Coruche. Tal situação provocou a construção de uma moagem, nos anos 20. O livro &lt;em&gt;"Um Roteiro Natural do Concelho de Coruche",&lt;/em&gt; da autoria de António Pena, refere que esse desenvolvimento produtivo tem origem na Lei dos Cereais, com o objectivo de proteger a produção nacional impõe elevadas taxas à importação do produto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="CLEAR: both" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O trigo, esse, já não ocupa lugar de destaque na produção de cereais do nosso concelho, no entanto o arroz persiste e o milho revelou-se.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-6486063548842267124?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/6486063548842267124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=6486063548842267124' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/6486063548842267124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/6486063548842267124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2009/04/moagem.html' title='Moagem'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/Sfmwp1IZ1AI/AAAAAAAAALg/b38S5LafcrI/s72-c/DSC_0065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-6971442702008500674</id><published>2009-04-11T01:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:52:49.327+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Resistência ao tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/Sd_o4LVoOgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ZjNPWIYZpuo/s1600-h/P%C3%A9+d%27Erra+-+Coruche+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/Sd_o4LVoOgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ZjNPWIYZpuo/s400/P%C3%A9+d%27Erra+-+Coruche+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pé d'Erra - Coruche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Em 1909, a 23 de Abril, houve um violento tremor de terra que assolou a região."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Estas palvras podem ler-se no livro de Heraldo Bento, -"Um olhar sobre Coruche".&lt;br /&gt;De construção inspirada em tecnologia secular, resistiram a esse e outros tremores de terra que lhe seguiram, no entanto, o tempo e o ambandono não as perdoaram. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-6971442702008500674?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/6971442702008500674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=6971442702008500674' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/6971442702008500674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/6971442702008500674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2009/04/resistencia-ao-tempo.html' title='Resistência ao tempo'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/Sd_o4LVoOgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ZjNPWIYZpuo/s72-c/P%C3%A9+d%27Erra+-+Coruche+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-4970366099609968034</id><published>2009-03-28T16:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:24:28.562+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adobe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/Sfm_PDmL3eI/AAAAAAAAALo/c26pzuJsSm0/s1600-h/ABC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/Sfm_PDmL3eI/AAAAAAAAALo/c26pzuJsSm0/s400/ABC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="CLEAR: both" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="midle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="CLEAR: both" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As casas de adobe ou taipa fazem parte do nosso património.Mesmo com alguns séculos de construídas, continuam a presentear-nos com a simplicidade da sua construção, processo ancestral que devido à tecnologia utilizada ainda as mantém de pé.O abandono a que estão sujeitas, sem conservação alguma, consegue fazer perder em escassas dezenas de anos algo que resistiu a centenas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-4970366099609968034?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/4970366099609968034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=4970366099609968034' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/4970366099609968034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/4970366099609968034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2009/03/casas-de-adobe-e-taipa.html' title='Adobe'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/Sfm_PDmL3eI/AAAAAAAAALo/c26pzuJsSm0/s72-c/ABC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-8601496804042061896</id><published>2008-09-14T16:59:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:18:46.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pescaria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SM03OVHMG4I/AAAAAAAAAJY/wmpD7o-vvAE/s1600-h/Campeonato+Regional+2%C2%AADivis%C3%A3o+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245909860281490306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SM03OVHMG4I/AAAAAAAAAJY/wmpD7o-vvAE/s400/Campeonato+Regional+2%C2%AADivis%C3%A3o+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sr. Ernesto Isidro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Rio Sorraia continua a manifestar as suas potencialidades, desta vez, no âmbito da pesca desportiva.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245910107224477090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SM03ctC_DaI/AAAAAAAAAJg/D0AWI35qGQw/s400/Campeonato+Regional+2%C2%AADivis%C3%A3o+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sr. Ernestro Isidro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(mostrando uma carpa com 6,2 Kg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo na zona onde em tempos funcionava o Porto João Felício, no Rio Sorraia - Coruche, a pescaria deu frutos, daqueles que um pescador não colhe todos os dias. Durante a realização de uma prova do Campeonato Regional da 2ª Divisão - Individual, o Sr. Ernesto Isidro, de Benavente, fez pescaria da boa. Capturou uma carpa com seis quilos e duzentas gramas, num total de 13, 312Kg. de peixe. Bela pescaria! Faz inveja a qualquer um.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-8601496804042061896?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/8601496804042061896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=8601496804042061896' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/8601496804042061896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/8601496804042061896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2008/09/pescaria.html' title='Pescaria'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SM03OVHMG4I/AAAAAAAAAJY/wmpD7o-vvAE/s72-c/Campeonato+Regional+2%C2%AADivis%C3%A3o+063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-6286051558817369566</id><published>2008-08-30T17:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T18:10:07.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Organizar para guardar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mesmo juntinho ao Sorraia, fazem-se os preparativos para o armazenamento do pasto que irá alimentar o gado, quando o alimento escassear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240358616936508114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SLl-ZcIoatI/AAAAAAAAAIM/uMJDtoqsp0s/s400/Enfardarrrrrrrrrrrrrr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Recordo os tempos em que se fazia manualmente a ceifa e se atavam, com "baraços", os molhos do ceral. Posteriormente eram levados para a eira, debulhados e só então enfardadados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Esta não será a situação que lhe dava origem, trata-se apenas de guardar o que foi semeado para alimentar o gado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-6286051558817369566?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/6286051558817369566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=6286051558817369566' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/6286051558817369566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/6286051558817369566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2008/08/organizar-para-guardar.html' title='Organizar para guardar'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SLl-ZcIoatI/AAAAAAAAAIM/uMJDtoqsp0s/s72-c/Enfardarrrrrrrrrrrrrr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-8485915637789673615</id><published>2008-08-25T21:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:08:00.705+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Largo João Felício</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SLLp6AbUlCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gUDGvLZP5dg/s1600-h/Largo+Jo%C3%A3o+Fel%C3%ADcio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238506499341587490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SLLp6AbUlCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gUDGvLZP5dg/s400/Largo+Jo%C3%A3o+Fel%C3%ADcio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O Largo João Felício é resultado do antigo Porto João Felício, local de onde partiam algumas das fragatas que de Coruche, transportavam para Lisboa, cereais, legumes, aves de capoeira, carvão, cortiça, entre outras coisas, trazendo no regresso outros produtos, para aqui serem comercializados. Assim relata o senhor Heraldo Bento, no seu livro &lt;em&gt;"Um olhar sobre Coruche".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-8485915637789673615?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/8485915637789673615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=8485915637789673615' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/8485915637789673615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/8485915637789673615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2008/08/largo-joo-felcio.html' title='Largo João Felício'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SLLp6AbUlCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gUDGvLZP5dg/s72-c/Largo+Jo%C3%A3o+Fel%C3%ADcio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-4229424247062212361</id><published>2008-08-23T20:18:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T20:30:19.734+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ardea cinerea"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sem que sejamos levados a confundir, frequência com quantidade, a Garça Real frequenta regularmente a nossa região.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237797184994367666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SLBkyekhWLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/C2NigM92tUk/s400/Gar%C3%A7a+Cinzenta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Podemos vê-la junto a tudo quanto se apresenta húmido e onde possa pescar. Permanece imóvel aguardando que a presa se aproxime. Para nidificar procura árvores ou grandes arbustos, fazendo-o em colónias. Mede aproximadamente noventa e um centímetros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-4229424247062212361?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/4229424247062212361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=4229424247062212361' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/4229424247062212361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/4229424247062212361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2008/08/ardea-cinerea.html' title='&quot;Ardea cinerea&quot;'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SLBkyekhWLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/C2NigM92tUk/s72-c/Gar%C3%A7a+Cinzenta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-2688113467568775346</id><published>2008-08-18T17:31:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:08:48.724+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nas ruas de Coruche</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SKmp9sQZmLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xVKE8fcRfvw/s1600-h/Largada+de+Toiros+(Festas+2008)+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235902919111973042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SKmp9sQZmLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xVKE8fcRfvw/s400/Largada+de+Toiros+(Festas+2008)+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; (Largada de Toiros - 18 de Agosto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se a corrida de toiros aplica toda a técnica de toureio, a pé ou a cavalo, nas largadas, qualquer um pode dar largas à sua "alma toureira" e brincar com os toiros.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uns citando de perto, outros nem tanto, as pessoas continuam a gostar das largadas de toiros.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235900971260727586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SKmoMT8eUSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/oNNeyHoTvB0/s400/Largada+de+Toiros+(Festas+2008)+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(Largada de Toiros - 18 de Agosto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há mesmo quem diga que alguns fogem, mal o toiro mexe uma orelha. Nestas coisas de toiros, mais vale prevenir que remediar e se possível trepar até ao primeiro andar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235902295594379458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SKmpZZeOKMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/z73vmDm9Crc/s400/Largada+de+Toiros+(Festas+2008)+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(Largada de Toiros - 18 de Agosto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Longe vão os tempos em que muitos "artistas", saltavam por cima do toiro, faziam pegas de caras, rabejavem ou davam-lhe palmadas nos quartos traseiros. Hoje são muito menos os que arriscam. Será porque os toiros se apresentam em pontas, ou porque lhes falta a coragem?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-2688113467568775346?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/2688113467568775346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=2688113467568775346' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/2688113467568775346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/2688113467568775346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2008/08/nas-ruas-de-coruche.html' title='Nas ruas de Coruche'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SKmp9sQZmLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xVKE8fcRfvw/s72-c/Largada+de+Toiros+(Festas+2008)+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-8438910102253718327</id><published>2008-08-17T18:07:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:40:28.129+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tradições</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SKhhGJgu4nI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pKT6Dc_s7is/s1600-h/Entrada+de+Toiros+(Coruche)+Festas+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235541325078520434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SKhhGJgu4nI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pKT6Dc_s7is/s400/Entrada+de+Toiros+(Coruche)+Festas+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Entrada de Toiros (16 Agosto de 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foguetes, procissão, folclore e toiros são normalmente os incrementos para o programa de uma festa Ribatejana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235541579844417538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SKhhU-lp-AI/AAAAAAAAAFo/WM5DP9N02OY/s400/Festas+de+Coruche+2008-+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Edifício dos Paços do Concelho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(17 Agosto de 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As Festas em Honra de Nossa Senhora do Castelo, estão a realizar-se, sem que se vislumbre perder-se a tradição. Sempre iguais, mas apresentando sempre qualquer coisa "de novo", as festas de Coruche vão acontecendo, ano após ano.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235541726023298114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SKhhdfJarEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6-f0l-ca_a0/s400/Festas+de+Coruche+2008-+104.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Cortejo Etnográfico (17 Agosto de 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os forasteiros e os seus "filhos" emigrantes, contribuem para que nestes dias as ruas da vila se encham de gente e lhe dêm "uma vida ainda maior".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-8438910102253718327?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/8438910102253718327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=8438910102253718327' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/8438910102253718327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/8438910102253718327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2008/08/tradies.html' title='Tradições'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SKhhGJgu4nI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pKT6Dc_s7is/s72-c/Entrada+de+Toiros+(Coruche)+Festas+055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-1731184880954804359</id><published>2008-07-15T00:26:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:33:53.224Z</updated><title type='text'>Em contraste com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SHvjpKlJ-gI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gcnqRRzEY9k/s1600-h/Bairro+Novo+Escola.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223018489220561410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SHvjpKlJ-gI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gcnqRRzEY9k/s400/Bairro+Novo+Escola.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As "Escolas do Bairro Novo", hoje no meio do casario, contrastam com a foto apresentada no livro de Heraldo Bento, "Um olhar sobre Coruche", que nos mostra o envolvimento dos edifícios, nos anos 50 a 60.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O espaço envolvente era desprovido de construções, com chão em terra batida, talvez pouco batida pois a ida à escola não fazia, como hoje faz, parte da rotina de todos os jovens.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-1731184880954804359?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/1731184880954804359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=1731184880954804359' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/1731184880954804359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/1731184880954804359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2008/07/ontem-e-hoje.html' title='Em contraste com'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SHvjpKlJ-gI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gcnqRRzEY9k/s72-c/Bairro+Novo+Escola.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-2180146194082421796</id><published>2008-07-11T22:59:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:33:53.414Z</updated><title type='text'>Do rio ao montado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SHfd9Ip_1-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rMnCXzLASuw/s1600-h/Do+rio+ao+montado.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221886335324772322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SHfd9Ip_1-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rMnCXzLASuw/s400/Do+rio+ao+montado.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma simples fotografia permite-nos observar grande parte daquilo que o concelho de Coruche nos oferece.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do rio ao montado, passando pela várzea, onde o milho e o arroz marcam presença, o concelho surge retratado numa boa parte das suas potencialidades.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-2180146194082421796?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/2180146194082421796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=2180146194082421796' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/2180146194082421796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/2180146194082421796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-rio-ao-montado.html' title='Do rio ao montado'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SHfd9Ip_1-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rMnCXzLASuw/s72-c/Do+rio+ao+montado.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-4091438416220847516</id><published>2008-07-08T22:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:33:53.535Z</updated><title type='text'>Está quase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SHOXJzaZc5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/ltVEcuBD4Gk/s1600-h/Cavalos+e+campinos.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220682587728081810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SHOXJzaZc5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/ltVEcuBD4Gk/s400/Cavalos+e+campinos.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O ciclo repete-se e as Festas em Honra de Nossa Senhora do Castelo estão à porta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A torre da igreja já está pintada de novo, pronta para receber os visitantes sazonais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando chegar o dia, os campinos desfilarão e nas ruas, o "povo" assistirá a manifestações que retratarão as tradições e a cultura coruchenses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-4091438416220847516?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/4091438416220847516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=4091438416220847516' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/4091438416220847516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/4091438416220847516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2008/07/est-quase.html' title='Está quase'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SHOXJzaZc5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/ltVEcuBD4Gk/s72-c/Cavalos+e+campinos.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-2260810316486287837</id><published>2008-07-07T22:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:33:53.674Z</updated><title type='text'>Agora a jusante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SHKP6MyOdqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FOkrAQGkmxo/s1600-h/Ponte+do+Caminho+de+ferro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220393148102899362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SHKP6MyOdqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FOkrAQGkmxo/s400/Ponte+do+Caminho+de+ferro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se de um lado temos a ponte que permite a travessia automóvel, do outro temos a do caminho de ferro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muitas vezes era o caminho utilizado por quem vinha a pé, com destino à Vila de Coruche, a partir de algumas localidades da margem esquerda do Sorraia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-2260810316486287837?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/2260810316486287837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=2260810316486287837' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/2260810316486287837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/2260810316486287837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2008/07/agora-jusante.html' title='Agora a jusante'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SHKP6MyOdqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FOkrAQGkmxo/s72-c/Ponte+do+Caminho+de+ferro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-7392361096501700434</id><published>2008-07-04T22:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:33:53.870Z</updated><title type='text'>Ainda espelha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SG6biK6O8aI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1GbjUah0MIM/s1600-h/Ponte+Te%C3%B3filo+Trindade.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219280029515444642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SG6biK6O8aI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1GbjUah0MIM/s400/Ponte+Te%C3%B3filo+Trindade.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje pela manhã, um dia que inicialmente se apresentou desprovido de nuvens, as águas do Sorraia, mais pareciam um espelho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazem lembrar tempos em que o rio transportava pureza - Água desprovida de poluentes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-7392361096501700434?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/7392361096501700434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=7392361096501700434' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/7392361096501700434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/7392361096501700434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2008/07/ainda-espelha.html' title='Ainda espelha'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SG6biK6O8aI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1GbjUah0MIM/s72-c/Ponte+Te%C3%B3filo+Trindade.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-8505830716421393676</id><published>2008-06-30T22:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:33:54.074Z</updated><title type='text'>Tapete em Coruche</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os campos vestem-se de verde e a esperança de uma boa colheita está presente na mente de todos os agricultores do concelho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217798957054100578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SGlYgaCdBGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XDqcccr-0vk/s400/Verde+e+Coruche.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cobertos de verde com as culturas de arroz, milho e tomate, as que mais se podem observar, nos campos que ladeiam o Sorraia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-8505830716421393676?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/8505830716421393676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=8505830716421393676' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/8505830716421393676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/8505830716421393676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2008/06/tapete-coruche.html' title='Tapete em Coruche'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SGlYgaCdBGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XDqcccr-0vk/s72-c/Verde+e+Coruche.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-3189488428215358743</id><published>2008-06-24T23:01:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:33:54.363Z</updated><title type='text'>Céu azul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SGFxDbbN74I/AAAAAAAAAEo/JZdLoxy43oQ/s1600-h/Chamin%C3%A9+nos+Bisca%C3%ADnho.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215574147187208066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SGFxDbbN74I/AAAAAAAAAEo/JZdLoxy43oQ/s400/Chamin%C3%A9+nos+Bisca%C3%ADnho.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma casa modesta no Biscaínho, quase devoluta, ainda nos mostra esta linda chaminé.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que vai dar lugar a outra ou ainda verá crescer mais alguma geração?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-3189488428215358743?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/3189488428215358743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=3189488428215358743' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/3189488428215358743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/3189488428215358743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2008/06/cu-azul.html' title='Céu azul'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SGFxDbbN74I/AAAAAAAAAEo/JZdLoxy43oQ/s72-c/Chamin%C3%A9+nos+Bisca%C3%ADnho.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-5197199198455866356</id><published>2008-06-15T23:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:33:54.495Z</updated><title type='text'>Recursos do Sorraia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SFWYA1ZUayI/AAAAAAAAAEY/JLGjBdQoeVM/s1600-h/Concurso+pesca+001.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212239283851914018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SFWYA1ZUayI/AAAAAAAAAEY/JLGjBdQoeVM/s400/Concurso+pesca+001.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais uma vez aconteceu "pescaria" em Coruche. Embora com águas poco profundas, o rio Sorraia continua a ser palco das preferências de alguns pescadores, trazendo a Coruche, não só estes como os seus acompanhantes da "vida de pescador amador".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212238946240128114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SFWXtLsZZHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9sPW535DzXc/s400/Concurso+pesca+002.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lá diz o ditado - "Pescador de cana, fome de gana". é assim que conheço a expressão. No entanto pareçe que alguém a contrariou, pescando um barbo (razoável) que imediatamente colocou na "manga". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-5197199198455866356?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/5197199198455866356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=5197199198455866356' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/5197199198455866356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/5197199198455866356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2008/06/recursos-do-sorraia.html' title='Recursos do Sorraia'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SFWYA1ZUayI/AAAAAAAAAEY/JLGjBdQoeVM/s72-c/Concurso+pesca+001.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-2496061151812765054</id><published>2008-06-14T00:22:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:33:54.834Z</updated><title type='text'>A estratégia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SFMG_6TFjyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JYHS63wBYyw/s1600-h/Campinos+a+conversar.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211516888848633634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SFMG_6TFjyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JYHS63wBYyw/s400/Campinos+a+conversar.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Os campinos são a imagem que identifica qualquer festa ribatejana. O seu traje de festa, colorido, leva a todo o lado o nosso Ribatejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211512519325515122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SFMDBkjl_XI/AAAAAAAAADw/g392ytPf5Pc/s400/Corrida+de+Campinos.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Na feira do Ribatejo, as corridas de cavalos, conduzidos por campinos, ainda não foram esquecidas, pena é que os participantes sejam em número deveras inferior ao que antigamente se via. Mudam-se os tempos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-2496061151812765054?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/2496061151812765054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=2496061151812765054' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/2496061151812765054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/2496061151812765054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2008/06/cor-da-farda.html' title='A estratégia'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SFMG_6TFjyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JYHS63wBYyw/s72-c/Campinos+a+conversar.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-6936296047489945502</id><published>2008-06-06T21:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:33:55.065Z</updated><title type='text'>Ficará esquecida?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SEmlqrFYWlI/AAAAAAAAADY/jwunoFNaClE/s1600-h/Carapu%C3%A7%C3%B5es+-+Coruche+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208876596569070162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SEmlqrFYWlI/AAAAAAAAADY/jwunoFNaClE/s400/Carapu%C3%A7%C3%B5es+-+Coruche+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pequeno lugar do concelho de Coruche, os Carapuções, já poucas pessoas vê diáriamente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Meia dúzia" de habitantes, com outros tantos que por lá trabalham, principalmente em actividades relaciondas com a floresta, fazem a totalidade da população.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-6936296047489945502?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/6936296047489945502/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=6936296047489945502' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/6936296047489945502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/6936296047489945502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-tempo-torna-la-esquecida.html' title='Ficará esquecida?'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/SEmlqrFYWlI/AAAAAAAAADY/jwunoFNaClE/s72-c/Carapu%C3%A7%C3%B5es+-+Coruche+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-4427131793542557715</id><published>2007-06-22T00:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:33:55.564Z</updated><title type='text'>Suber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/RnsP_AC08DI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LkM6zxS1bp0/s1600-h/CortiÃ§a+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078670579808399410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/RnsP_AC08DI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LkM6zxS1bp0/s400/Corti%C3%A7a+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A época da tirada da cortiça já começou, embora tenham vindo a acontecer algumas interrupções, devido à chuva que tem surgido com alguma frequência, inviabilizando assim que a faina se desenvolva.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078670034347552802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/RnsPfQC08CI/AAAAAAAAADI/UwWNlFbzvfk/s400/Corti%C3%A7a+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O tempo chuvoso não permite a extracção em condições, danificando as árvores, mas o trabalho lá se vai desenrolando, pois não tarda aí o calor de Agosto que dá por terminada a época.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078669265548406802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/RnsOygC08BI/AAAAAAAAADA/lacfRMJuEmg/s400/Corti%C3%A7a+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma parte significativa da população do concelho de Coruche vive do trabalho na extracção da cortiça. A cortiça é sem qualquer dúvida um dos grandes factores da economia do concelho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-4427131793542557715?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/4427131793542557715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=4427131793542557715' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/4427131793542557715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/4427131793542557715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2007/06/tirada-da-cortia.html' title='Suber'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/RnsP_AC08DI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LkM6zxS1bp0/s72-c/Corti%C3%A7a+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-1287820709472129989</id><published>2007-06-13T00:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:33:55.738Z</updated><title type='text'>"Os pés"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não havia casa onde não existissem, pelo menos um par, destes "pés".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075320857504837602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/Rm8pbgC07-I/AAAAAAAAACo/u_4jGvqSTwk/s400/Escola+em+Festa+-+P%C3%A9s+da+mals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eram as peças que se colocavam por debaixo da arca onde religiosamente se guardavam as melhores peças do enxoval, para a manter afastada do "chão" evitando assim a infiltração de humidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Por cima da arca, um naperon, feito aos serões, oferecido pela avó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-1287820709472129989?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/1287820709472129989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=1287820709472129989' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/1287820709472129989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/1287820709472129989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2007/06/os-ps.html' title='&quot;Os pés&quot;'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/Rm8pbgC07-I/AAAAAAAAACo/u_4jGvqSTwk/s72-c/Escola+em+Festa+-+P%C3%A9s+da+mals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-8700118995341785668</id><published>2007-06-10T23:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:33:57.544Z</updated><title type='text'>Difícil esquecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/RmyAHAC076I/AAAAAAAAACI/uBryzEoGf-A/s1600-h/Amadores+de+Coruche+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074571737899003810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/RmyAHAC076I/AAAAAAAAACI/uBryzEoGf-A/s400/Amadores+de+Coruche+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo com todos a queixarem-se da diminuição de qualidade, a Feira do Ribatejo, suportando este ano uma divisão inexplicável, lá estava mais uma vez. A Feira do Ribatejo e a Feira Nacional de Agricultura são coisas que jamais poderão ser separadas. Elas nasceram juntas e só juntas poderão continuar a engrandecer esta região - O Ribatejo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074572017071878066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/RmyAXQC077I/AAAAAAAAACQ/PF-aUu5jxqo/s400/Amadores+de+Coruche+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As corridas de toiros sempre a marcaram e o Forcados Amadores de Coruche deram o seu contributo para manter a tradição.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074574113015918546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/RmyCRQC079I/AAAAAAAAACg/ikEAIUYoL4c/s400/Feira+do+Ribatejo+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As ruas de Santarém assistiam ao desfile dos Grupos de Folclore, vindos de todas as partes do Mundo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Percorriam também as ruas da cidade, jogos de cabrestos, conduzidos pelos campinos das casas agrícolas que se faziam representar na feira.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074572322014556098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/RmyApAC078I/AAAAAAAAACY/qU9KcvfE54Q/s400/Feira+do+Ribatejo+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-8700118995341785668?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/8700118995341785668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=8700118995341785668' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/8700118995341785668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/8700118995341785668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2007/06/difcil-esquecer.html' title='Difícil esquecer'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/RmyAHAC076I/AAAAAAAAACI/uBryzEoGf-A/s72-c/Amadores+de+Coruche+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-4040963401681121793</id><published>2007-05-19T00:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:33:57.879Z</updated><title type='text'>Indiferença impossível</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/Rk4-NctP29I/AAAAAAAAACA/kU2ie0MrZes/s1600-h/AlcobaÃ§a+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066055031603583954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/Rk4-NctP29I/AAAAAAAAACA/kU2ie0MrZes/s400/Alcoba%C3%A7a+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Mosteiro de Alcobaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A imponência do Mosteiro de Alcobaça não nos deixa insensíveis mas também não é possível ficar-se indiferente a esta belo edifício, que serve de instalações para a Câmara Municipal de Alcobaça&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066054846919990210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/Rk4-CstP28I/AAAAAAAAAB4/c6sqzQQGcp0/s400/Alcoba%C3%A7a+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edifício dos Paços do Concelho - Alcobaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-4040963401681121793?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/4040963401681121793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=4040963401681121793' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/4040963401681121793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/4040963401681121793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2007/05/indiferena-impossvel.html' title='Indiferença impossível'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/Rk4-NctP29I/AAAAAAAAACA/kU2ie0MrZes/s72-c/Alcoba%C3%A7a+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-35874778657021762</id><published>2007-04-21T23:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:33:58.061Z</updated><title type='text'>Voltam sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/RiqPyNSXGtI/AAAAAAAAABo/yNuyb2OXuQ4/s1600-h/Cegonh+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056011624399706834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/RiqPyNSXGtI/AAAAAAAAABo/yNuyb2OXuQ4/s400/Cegonh+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Pé D'Erra, mesmo sobre uma manada de toiros bravos, todas as primaveras se repete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os postes voltam a ser o lar das cegonhas, aguardando o mês do S.João, aquele em que, dizem os mais velhos - "Pelo S. João, cegonhito no Chão". Foi a expressão que em tempos ouvi utilizar quando das cegonhas se falava.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-35874778657021762?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/35874778657021762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=35874778657021762' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/35874778657021762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/35874778657021762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2007/04/voltam-sempre.html' title='Voltam sempre'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/RiqPyNSXGtI/AAAAAAAAABo/yNuyb2OXuQ4/s72-c/Cegonh+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-8912149447985496398</id><published>2007-04-16T00:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:33:58.359Z</updated><title type='text'>Passei por lá</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/RhfmyDAWr7I/AAAAAAAAABg/wu2fv6LdHvE/s1600-h/Sines+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050759254593941426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/RhfmyDAWr7I/AAAAAAAAABg/wu2fv6LdHvE/s400/Sines+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; Vasco da Gama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(Sines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;A armada partiu de Belém com destino à Índia, no dia 8 de Julho de 1497. A 22 de Novembro dobrava o Cabo da Boa Esperança, a 15 de Abril de 1498 aportava em Melinde, e a 20 de Maio do mesmo ano chegava finalmente a Calecute (Índia).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050759069910347682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/RhfmnTAWr6I/AAAAAAAAABY/6OcVAqTcCR4/s400/Sines+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antiga Estação do Caminho de Ferro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Sines)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-8912149447985496398?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/8912149447985496398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=8912149447985496398' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/8912149447985496398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/8912149447985496398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2007/04/viagem.html' title='Passei por lá'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/RhfmyDAWr7I/AAAAAAAAABg/wu2fv6LdHvE/s72-c/Sines+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-7926365090048239380</id><published>2007-04-07T12:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:33:58.517Z</updated><title type='text'>Pescadores de circunstância</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/RheC7TAWr5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ksAGYxhuOj0/s1600-h/Primavera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050649462344953746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/RheC7TAWr5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ksAGYxhuOj0/s400/Primavera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Concelho de Coruche -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foram passear para o campo, levaram as canas de pesca, na maioria pescadores de circunstância e aí passaram o dia. Junto a um açude, na companhia de familiares e ou amigos lançaram os iscos à água e assim passaram a tarde de Sexta-feira Santa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-7926365090048239380?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/7926365090048239380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=7926365090048239380' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/7926365090048239380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/7926365090048239380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2007/04/pescadores-de-circunstncia.html' title='Pescadores de circunstância'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/RheC7TAWr5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ksAGYxhuOj0/s72-c/Primavera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-3226757555532936058</id><published>2007-03-19T23:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:33:59.150Z</updated><title type='text'>Grandioso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/Rf8YjzOASzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FXE1LzxGYj0/s1600-h/MarÃ§o+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043777111001680690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/Rf8YjzOASzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FXE1LzxGYj0/s400/Mar%C3%A7o+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Aldeia Velha - Couço - Coruche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Percorrendo a charneca, bem lá no meio do montado, registam-se situações que identificam parte da estrutura sócio-económica do concelho de Coruche.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043776934908021538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/Rf8YZjOASyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_yytw0oP3W4/s400/Mar%C3%A7o+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aldeia Velha - Couço - Coruche&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A criação de gado como complemento da exploração do montado faz notar-se a existência de silos em práticamente todas as propriedades.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043777312865143618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/Rf8YvjOAS0I/AAAAAAAAABE/UpZw0MzZGeQ/s400/Mar%C3%A7o+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ribeira do Divor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A ribeira do Divor, afluente do Sorraia, apresenta um curso agradável de ver, não fora o inverno chuvoso e que está mesmo a terminar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-3226757555532936058?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/3226757555532936058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=3226757555532936058' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/3226757555532936058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/3226757555532936058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2007/03/grandioso.html' title='Grandioso'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/Rf8YjzOASzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FXE1LzxGYj0/s72-c/Mar%C3%A7o+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-7811912618575670193</id><published>2007-02-08T22:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:33:59.677Z</updated><title type='text'>Próximas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/RcuwFVUX8rI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vmuHL5lMCWA/s1600-h/Rua+JÃºlio+Maria+de+Sousa+-+Coruche+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029307014557725362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/RcuwFVUX8rI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vmuHL5lMCWA/s400/Rua+J%C3%BAlio+Maria+de+Sousa+-+Coruche+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Rua Júlio Maria de Sousa - Coruche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Não estarei a cometer um erro grosseiro se disser que este conjunto (porta e fachada), apresenta-se semelhante a algumas portas observáveis no sul de Espanha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029303518454346370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/Rcus51UX8oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l0U_6fQ8Y_8/s400/Ayamonte+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andaluzia - Espanha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;A riqueza e impetuosidade com que se apresentam os conjuntos fachadas e portas, naquela região Espanhola, só poderão traduzir uma cultura "bem firme" onde o tempo não apaga as coisas com que se cresceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-7811912618575670193?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/7811912618575670193/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=7811912618575670193' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/7811912618575670193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/7811912618575670193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2007/02/prximas.html' title='Próximas'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJSyk_u-Ebw/RcuwFVUX8rI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vmuHL5lMCWA/s72-c/Rua+J%C3%BAlio+Maria+de+Sousa+-+Coruche+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-117011281775508255</id><published>2007-01-29T22:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:23:58.720Z</updated><title type='text'>Visita de Inverno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/1600/98017/Pombo%20Torcaz%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/322780/Pombo%20Torcaz%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pombo Torcaz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(na procura de alimento)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O "Pombo Torcaz", originário do norte da Europa, é uma ave migratória que nos visita durante o período de Inverno, fugindo às condições climatéricas adversas que lá se fazem sentir nesta fase do ano. Os "Torcazes" dirigem-se para sul na procura de alimento uma vez que na sua origem o solo está coberto de neve dificultando o acesso ao alimento que já por si é escasso nesta fase.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/630157/Montado%20de%20Sobro%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Montado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(habitat do Pombo Torcaz na Península Ibérica)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Durante a sua permanência na Península Ibérica deslocam-se em bandos, na procura de alimento que consiste essencialmente em bolotas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São ave muito apetecida dos caçadores pela beleza do processo de caça à espécie e pelos amantes da gastronomia por constituiram autênticas iguarias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-117011281775508255?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/117011281775508255/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=117011281775508255' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/117011281775508255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/117011281775508255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2007/01/visita-de-inverno.html' title='Visita de Inverno'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116985844798545557</id><published>2007-01-27T00:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-27T00:46:18.403Z</updated><title type='text'>Reparar os estragos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/1600/355271/Sorraia%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/666799/Sorraia%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; Rio Sorraia - Coruche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;A revolta que apresentou há dois meses moldou as margens e gerou imagens de calma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Daqui a pouco tempo decorrerá o período em que, ciclicamente, as lampreias e o sável percorriam o Sorraia e mobilizava os pescadores da região para a faina da pesca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/395643/Sorraia%20-%20Coruche%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rio Sorraia - Coruche&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;São coisas que dificilmente se repetirão mas que marcaram a vida de muitos coruchenses. As águas dos rios já não são limpas como eram e o pescado também já não abunda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116985844798545557?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116985844798545557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116985844798545557' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116985844798545557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116985844798545557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2007/01/reparar-os-estragos.html' title='Reparar os estragos'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116950137330599383</id><published>2007-01-22T21:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-22T22:20:13.730Z</updated><title type='text'>O tempo que passa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/1600/216158/Lamarosa%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/881945/Lamarosa%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; Lamarosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(Concelho de Coruche)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos dias de Inverno a passagem era rápida, apenas o tempo de encher o cântaro, mas no Verão, quando se ia à fonte descansava-se à mistura com alguma conversa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ali se passava um pouco do tempo, que ao fim do dia era já escasso pois a ceia estava próxima. Contando-se esta ou aquela passagem da vida ou um acontecimento comunitário era assim que se actualizavam muitas das notícias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/97178/Lamarosa%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lamarosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Concelho de Coruche)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Durante o percurso também surgia, de vez em quando, alguma conversa, "entre portas" ou ao postigo. Conversas curtas pois a comida estava ao lume - no de chão ou no fogareiro a petróleo, mas mesmo assim se conversava um pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;O contacto com as pessoas era mais próximo e todos se preocupavam com todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116950137330599383?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116950137330599383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116950137330599383' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116950137330599383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116950137330599383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-tempo-que-passa.html' title='O tempo que passa'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116899065482323119</id><published>2007-01-16T23:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:58:44.140Z</updated><title type='text'>Era assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/1600/967684/Rua%20de%20Diu%20-%20Bairro%20Novo%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/633719/Rua%20de%20Diu%20-%20Bairro%20Novo%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Rua de Diu - Coruche&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ia-se à loja para comprar a mercearia que ficava "assente", do outro lado o homem bebia um copo de três e ao mesmo tempo via se havia correio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/39598/Rua%20de%20Diu%20-%20Bairro%20Novo%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Rua de Diu - Coruche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Na esquina oposta, datado do ano 1940, está um fontanário que não deixa esquecer o tempo em que o abastecimento de água se traduzia neste processo, mesmo assim muito bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116899065482323119?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116899065482323119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116899065482323119' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116899065482323119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116899065482323119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2007/01/era-assim.html' title='Era assim'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116838872728063379</id><published>2007-01-09T23:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T00:25:27.313Z</updated><title type='text'>Cá e lá</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/1600/502439/Concei????o"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/49129/Concei%3F%3F%3F%3Fo%20de%20Tavira%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conceição de Tavira - Algarve &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Aproveitando a sombra de uma destas casas, às três da tarde ouviam-se as cigarras, insecto que predominou na nossa região e hoje pouco se ouve, já que vê-las sempre foi difícil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/157886/Lamarosa%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lamarosa - Coruche&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Quando era miudo, a minha mãe ralhava comigo, quando eu, à hora do calor percorria os olivais à procura de uma cigarra. Detectada a árvore onde ela estava, seguia-se então a tarefa de descobrir em que parte do tronco da árvore estava poisada, tarefa difícil pois a sua camuflagem é perfeita, tal qual o tronco da oliveira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/622610/Vila%20Nova%20da%20Erra%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vila Nova da Erra - Coruche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As fachadas das casa de habitação apresentam diferenças com algum significado entre a nossa região e o Algarve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O trabalhado dos enfeites nessas fachadas não deixam esquecer o rendilhado das chaminés algarvias, substituidos por apenas alguns tijolos que suportam a cúpula das nossas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116838872728063379?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116838872728063379/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116838872728063379' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116838872728063379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116838872728063379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2007/01/c-e-l.html' title='Cá e lá'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116794598455706672</id><published>2007-01-04T20:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-05T08:03:25.106Z</updated><title type='text'>O Sapateiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/1600/497158/Lamarosa%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/629668/Lamarosa%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sr. António Salgueira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sapateiro - Lamarosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Sr. António Salgeuira, abraça a profissão de sapateiro, desde os seus catorze anos. Nasceu em 1939 e é da Freguesia de S. José da Lamarosa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/673913/Lamarosa%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lamarosa - Coruche&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando lhe solicitei que falasse da sua actividade profissional começou por referir que estava prestes a "fechar a porta da oficina".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/982118/Lamarosa%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Catavento instalado sobre o coreto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antigamente fazia botas para muitas pessoas, no entanto as encomendas já são muito menos. Embora as botas de fabrico artesanal ainda sejam pretendidas por alguns, o calçado que actualmente se utiliza é quase todo de fabrico industrial.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O calçado moderno, por ser de fabrico industrial tem um preço mais baixo e compra-se no momento, não precisando ser encomendado e "provado". Satisfaz de imediato a pessoa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116794598455706672?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116794598455706672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116794598455706672' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116794598455706672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116794598455706672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-sapateiro.html' title='O Sapateiro'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116759117054882120</id><published>2006-12-31T18:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-31T18:52:50.593Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais um ciclo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;BOM ANO NOVO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/1600/19791/%20P%20do%20Sol%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/6599/%20P%20do%20Sol%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Pôr-do-sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Concelho de Coruche" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com o pôr-do-sol termina um dia e com o nascer outro aí vem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/1600/540183/V??spera"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/974139/V%3F%3Fspera%20de%20Ano%20Novo%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Último nascer do sol do ano 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Concelho de Coruche"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;O nascer e o pôr-do-sol são peças de um ciclo incessante pelo qual nos regulamos, tanto em momentos de alegria como de tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;O ano que agora termina ter-nos-á trazido, talvez, de tudo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/907710/V%3F%3Fspera%20de%20Ano%20Novo%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nascer do sol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;31 Dezembro 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Que o ano de 2007 traga para todos o melhor que há no mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116759117054882120?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116759117054882120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116759117054882120' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116759117054882120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116759117054882120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/12/mais-um-ciclo.html' title='Mais um ciclo'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116750735481207021</id><published>2006-12-30T19:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-30T19:39:05.363Z</updated><title type='text'>Trinta e cinco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/1600/654330/Um%20m??s"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/476583/Um%20m%3F%3Fs%20depois.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; Campos do Sorraia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"30 Dezembro 2006"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até parece que estamos na primavera, mas não, estas são as flores que resistiram à geada que cobriu os campos há bem pouco tempo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Passados exactamente trinta e cinco dias, os campos do Sorraia apresentam-se com outro colorido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/862090/Um%20m%3F%3Fs%20antes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Campos do Sorraia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"25 de Novembro 2006"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;As cheias foram um acontecimento que marcou Coruche em 2006, não pelo facto de terem acontecido, mas porque parecia que a natureza já se tinha esquecido dar continuidade a um ciclo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116750735481207021?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116750735481207021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116750735481207021' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116750735481207021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116750735481207021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/12/trinta-e-cinco.html' title='Trinta e cinco'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116717484393125260</id><published>2006-12-26T22:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-26T23:16:51.873Z</updated><title type='text'>Lanius excubitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;A plumagem é branca na parte inferior do corpo e preta nas asas e na cauda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;O dorso e coroa são acinzentados. Tem cerca de vinte e quatro centímetros de comprimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/165329/Pican%3F%3Fo%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Picanço Real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lanius excubitor"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Habita em zonas de orla florestal, entre árvores e arbustos dispersos, moitas e pomares, distribuindo-se práticamente toda a Europa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Nidifica em árvores e arbustos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116717484393125260?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116717484393125260/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116717484393125260' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116717484393125260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116717484393125260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/12/lanius-excubitor.html' title='Lanius excubitor'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116701185744777565</id><published>2006-12-25T01:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-25T02:02:34.150Z</updated><title type='text'>Véspera de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/1600/380751/V??spera"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/491185/V%3F%3Fspera%20de%20Natal%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; Montado de sobro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(antes das oito da manhã)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Estava frio, tanto frio que as poças de água estavam cobertas de gelo com mais de meio centímetro de expessura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/671179/V%3F%3Fspera%20de%20Natal%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Montado de sobro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(solo coberto de gelo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Junto à lareira, aquecendo-se ao lume de lenha de sobro, a tia Maria estava a beber café. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/216466/24Natal%202006%20066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sobreiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Árvore secular em fim de vida)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Começou bem cedo a preparar a ceia de Natal. No forno a lenha estava a coser pão para comer na consoada e no rescaldo do forno iria assar o perú.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116701185744777565?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116701185744777565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116701185744777565' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116701185744777565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116701185744777565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/12/vspera-de-natal.html' title='Véspera de Natal'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116690587183279653</id><published>2006-12-23T20:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-23T22:37:22.336Z</updated><title type='text'>Presépio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;BOAS FESTAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/1600/766613/Natal%20-%202006%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/600470/Natal%20-%202006%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Reis Magos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Aqueduto do Monte da Barca - Coruche)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recordo quando era petiz e insistentemente dizia à minha mãe para fazer-mos o presépio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/710820/Natal%20-%202006%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Presépio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Igreja Matriz - Coruche)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Era uma azáfama para a os mais novos. Percorria-mos os locais mais sombrios e húmidos onde se encontra o musgo para a cobertura do solo, ia-mos à areia branca para fazer as estradas e às piteiras para ajudar a ornamentar o presépio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/939844/Natal%20-%202006%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reis Magos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Igreja Matriz - Coruche)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem perto do presépio, a árvore de Natal, feita com um pinheiro verdadeiro, colhido em terrenos baldios era ornamentada. Acendiam-se lamparinas que iluminavam o cenário.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/742941/Natal%20-%202006%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Presépio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Bombeiros Municipais de Coruche)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Na noite de 24 para 25 de Dezembro, enquanto as mulheres faziam as filhós, coscorões e velhoses, era a terminologia utilizada, os homens jogavam às cartas, aguardando o bacalhau com couves que na minha casa se comia, nunca antes da meia-noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116690587183279653?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116690587183279653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116690587183279653' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116690587183279653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116690587183279653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/12/prespio.html' title='Presépio'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116657263337215556</id><published>2006-12-19T23:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-19T23:57:13.423Z</updated><title type='text'>Alguns anos depois</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/1600/468767/O%20S??culo"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/556735/O%20S%3F%3Fculo%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Coruche - Anos trinta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida corre tal como o rio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sessenta e sete anos depois, algumas coisas foram mudadas, inclusivamente a paisagem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/341847/Coruche%20-%20Vista%20parcial%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vista parcial  de Coruche - 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lezíria que se apresentava ampla, está hoje, "cortada", pela elevação artificial que se fez com a intenção de criar um ponto elevado por onde circulasse o transito automóvel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116657263337215556?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116657263337215556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116657263337215556' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116657263337215556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116657263337215556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/12/alguns-anos-depois.html' title='Alguns anos depois'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116639895234486372</id><published>2006-12-17T23:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:42:32.363Z</updated><title type='text'>Diluída</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vista "lá de baixo", a Igreja de Nossa Senhora do Castelo quase passaría despercebida, não fora o azul forte dos remates da pintura.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/255177/Igreja%20diluida%20na%20vegeta%3F%3F%3F%3Fo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Igreja do Castelo"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coruche&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sua importância a nível local é de tal forma significativa que não há coruchense que a não procure, mesmo no meio daquele arvoredo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estar à beira rio é quase obrigatório olhar para cima e comtemplá-la.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116639895234486372?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116639895234486372/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116639895234486372' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116639895234486372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116639895234486372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/12/diluda.html' title='Diluída'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116622585534592490</id><published>2006-12-15T23:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:39:42.573Z</updated><title type='text'>Com alguma idade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na herdade que lhe dá o nome, no coração do montado de sobro, fica a escola de Pinçais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Embora já não desempenhe a função para que foi concebido, o edifício aparenta um razoável estado de conservação.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/873269/PIn%3F%3Fais%20-%20Escola%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antiga escola de Pinçais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escola do Plano dos Centenários&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Em nota da Direcção Geral da Administração Política e Civil do então, Ministério do Interior, datada de 4 de Abril de 1958, relativo à Câmara Municipal de Coruche, pode ler-se:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Tem a Câmara contribuído para que o concelho seja dotado do número de escolas bastante. O número de lugares de professor, que, em 1926, não ia além de 8, passou para 27 em 1951, e atinge agora 66. Encontram-se concluídas cerca de metade das salas de aula previstas no Plano dos Centenários".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116622585534592490?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116622585534592490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116622585534592490' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116622585534592490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116622585534592490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/12/com-alguma-idade.html' title='Com alguma idade'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116596689952132638</id><published>2006-12-12T23:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-13T09:13:20.766Z</updated><title type='text'>Paragem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A camainho de Santarém, a fonte da Raposa era paragem obrigatória.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje, os comportamentos diferem daqueles que se tinha há algumas, não muitas, dezenas de anos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/580207/Raposa%20-%20Almeirim%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Fonte da Raposa"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raposa - Almeirim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parava-se na taberna para beber um copo ou na fonte para refrescar a garganta com água fresca que da fonte brotava. Hoje não. Vai-se ao "café" e quando de automóvel passamos, não damos por ela.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116596689952132638?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116596689952132638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116596689952132638' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116596689952132638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116596689952132638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/12/paragem.html' title='Paragem'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116579718576604957</id><published>2006-12-11T00:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-11T01:04:08.606Z</updated><title type='text'>Nove de Dezembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/1600/649240/Ponte%20Te??filo"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/764626/Ponte%20Te%3F%3Ffilo%20Braga%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cinco vezes o rio transbordou. As cheias, embora possam trazer prejuízos para alguns, o que se lamenta, também nos podem dar momentos de espectacularidade visual, podem até, dár-nos sensações de paz, de calma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/157227/Cheias%20Nove%20Dezembro%202006%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;A ponte de Coruche, essa, lá continua dando a passagem e ao mesmo tempo simbolizando algo que ainda pode contrariar o rio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/101654/Cheias%20Nove%20Dezembro%202006%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116579718576604957?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116579718576604957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116579718576604957' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116579718576604957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116579718576604957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/12/nove-de-dezembro.html' title='Nove de Dezembro'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116552995583182217</id><published>2006-12-07T22:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T00:36:02.153Z</updated><title type='text'>E à quarta o que será?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/1600/756855/Coruche%20-%20Dezembro%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/126140/Coruche%20-%20Dezembro%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Igreja de Nossa Senhora do Castelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- Coruche -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às quatro da tarde do dia 6 de Dezembro, era esta a forma como se apresentava a lezíria, mesmo ali, do outro lado da Vila de Coruche.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/114247/Coruche%20-%20Dezembro%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ponte Teófilo Trindade - Coruche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;O rio contiunua a invadir os campos, ou não sejam eles os "Campos do Sorraia".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/351579/Coruche%20-%20Dezembro%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vista parcial - Coruche&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Isto sim, já parece como antigamente! Não há fome que não dê em fartura! Foram estas as palavras proferidas por uma pessoa que passava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116552995583182217?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116552995583182217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116552995583182217' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116552995583182217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116552995583182217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/12/e-quarta-o-que-ser.html' title='E à quarta o que será?'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116517307578490329</id><published>2006-12-03T18:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-03T19:36:04.676Z</updated><title type='text'>Duplo Centenário</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/1600/946294/O%20S??culo"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/469979/O%20S%3F%3Fculo%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As obras relacionadas com o aproveitamento da água conduziram-me a este livro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Embora uns dias depois, ainda faz algum sentido a apresentação de algo relacionado com o Dia da Restauração - 1º de Dezembro de 1640.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/387531/O%20S%3F%3Fculo%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Editada em 1940, a propósito do "Duplo Centenário, da Fundação e Restauração de Portugal", folheei e lá encontrei um pequeno espaço dedicado a Coruche.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116517307578490329?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116517307578490329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116517307578490329' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116517307578490329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116517307578490329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/12/duplo-centenrio.html' title='Duplo Centenário'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116509083224858934</id><published>2006-12-02T19:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-02T20:32:45.693Z</updated><title type='text'>Outra água</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/1600/503564/Cou??o"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/791833/Cou%3F%3Fo%20-%20Coruche%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Vila do Couço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que as cheias não voltam mais este ano? Será que os lençois friáticos aproveitaram alguma coisa de toda esta água que caíu? Tomara que sim pois a sua preciosidade é imensa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/54899/Largo%20de%20Sto.%20Ant%3F%3Fnio%20-%20Coruche%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travessa da Fonte do Grilo - Coruche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Num documento denominado "A vida administrativa do concelho de Coruche nos anos de 1951 a 1959", refere que durante esse período foram instalados 12 bebedouros e marcos fontanários, sendo 5 na Vila e 7 na sede da freguesia do Couço.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estas obras refletem bem a preocupação que sempre tem existido no aproveitamento do recurso natural mais precioso - a água.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116509083224858934?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116509083224858934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116509083224858934' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116509083224858934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116509083224858934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/12/outra-gua.html' title='Outra água'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116475758980128795</id><published>2006-11-28T23:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-28T23:48:52.470Z</updated><title type='text'>"Água tocada a vento"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais uma das muitas casas tradicionais que foram demolidas, fruto da qualidade de vida hoje exigida quanto a habitação.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como esta, muitas mais se irão demolir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fica a recordação de tudo o que esta e outras do mesmo género nos possa trazer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Rua%20da%20Escola%20-%20Vale%20Mansos%20-%20Coruche%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rua da Escola - Vale Mansos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas casas de "telhavã", com cobertura de telha de canudo, casas de gente pobre, pingava sempre que chovia forte. A chuva "tocada a vento" entrava através dos espaços deixados pela irregularidade das telhas uma vez que o seu fabrico era artesanal, originando por isso muitas iregularidades nas formas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116475758980128795?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116475758980128795/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116475758980128795' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116475758980128795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116475758980128795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/11/gua-tocada-vento.html' title='&quot;Água tocada a vento&quot;'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116465834969268743</id><published>2006-11-27T19:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-27T20:15:58.040Z</updated><title type='text'>O Tejo à tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/1600/101700/Vila%20Franca%20de%20Xira%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/891003/Vila%20Franca%20de%20Xira%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;A caminho de Lisboa, procurei ver qual o resultado da imensa quantidade de água que o Sorraia e outros rios teriam lançado no Tejo.&lt;br /&gt;Parei em Vila Franca de Xira e, já ao enterdecer, deparei-me com uma imensidão de água.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/838931/Vila%20Franca%20de%20Xira%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A propósito do Tejo, Alves Redol escreveu: "Vinham de muito longe, das Beiras todas, vinham da orla do mar, descendo para pescar nas suas águas - vinham para a zona qu se ousou dizer ser a borda-d'água".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116465834969268743?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116465834969268743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116465834969268743' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116465834969268743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116465834969268743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/11/o-tejo-tarde.html' title='O Tejo à tarde'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116449584214905250</id><published>2006-11-25T22:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-25T23:07:31.920Z</updated><title type='text'>Pela quarta vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/1600/806507/Cheias%20-%20Coruche%2025Nov2006%20091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/175853/Cheias%20-%20Coruche%2025Nov2006%20091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bem longe do leito do rio, no Monte da Barca, havia àgua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pela quarta vez o Sorraia saiu do seu leito e, desta vez, estendeu-se fazendo a totalidade da lezíria parecer um mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O filho perguntou ao pai, vendo tal grandeza, se seria como o Amazonas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/591124/Cheias%20-%20Coruche%2025Nov2006%20084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A Ponte da Coroa, velhinha, lá continuava, suportando a força das águas, resistino a mais uma cheia, sabe-se lá se a dizer que ainda gostaría de voltar a ser aquilo que já foi - a obra construída para permitir a travessia do rio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/945086/Cheias%20-%20Coruche%2025Nov2006%20060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nas ruas da vila especulava-se se a água invadiria ou não as ruas, podendo ser vistas algumas pessoas preparando comportas para evitar a entrada de água nas suas casas, outros interpretando a escala existente numa plataforma que se encontra no rio e fazendo palpites acerca desses valores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/2487/400/196730/Cheias%20-%20Coruche%2025Nov2006%20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116449584214905250?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116449584214905250/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116449584214905250' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116449584214905250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116449584214905250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/11/pela-quarta-vez.html' title='Pela quarta vez'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116407156352451202</id><published>2006-11-21T01:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:33:21.673Z</updated><title type='text'>Igual à "minha"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Coruche%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Coruche%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Escola do 1º Ciclo da Fajarda - Coruche&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os edifícios escolares do Primeiro Ciclo constituem pormenores arquitectónicos que jamais se apagram da mente de todos nós.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De norte a sul do país, aquele desenho, mais coisa menos coisa, lá está, de rés do chão ou primeiro andar, simbolizando os primeiros passos na formação académica de qualquer português. A esta imagem também associamos a réguada, o castigo, a prova realizada numa folha de 35 linhas e dobrada à esquerda. São tempos que já lá vão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116407156352451202?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116407156352451202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116407156352451202' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116407156352451202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116407156352451202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/11/igual-minha.html' title='Igual à &quot;minha&quot;'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116397954396032513</id><published>2006-11-19T23:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T01:17:50.660Z</updated><title type='text'>Às três será de vez?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Cheias%20-%20Coruche%20084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Cheias%20-%20Coruche%20084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pela terceira vez, este ano, o Sorraia alagou a lezíria.&lt;br /&gt;No campo, em Novembro, algumas culturas ainda estavam por colher, nomeadamente algum milho. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Cheias%20-%20Coruche%20074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já lá vai o tempo que em Agosto, nas noites quentes de Verão, à volta da eira se fazia a desfolhada. Rapazes e raparigas procuravam o milho rei (milho vermelho), para obterem como compensação, um beijo daquela ou daquele que "catraspicavam".&lt;br /&gt;Hoje as máquinas são as rainhas e não há campo alagado que resista às lagartas, não sendo a "cheia" impeditiva das colheitas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116397954396032513?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116397954396032513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116397954396032513' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116397954396032513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116397954396032513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/11/s-trs-ser-de-vez.html' title='Às três será de vez?'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116317791638386846</id><published>2006-11-10T16:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-11T00:28:37.533Z</updated><title type='text'>Sentimento de preservação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Quinta%20da%20Silveira%20-%20Fajarda%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Quinta%20da%20Silveira%20-%20Fajarda%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao passarmos por este local, na Freguesia da Fajarda, não podemos ficar indiferentes ao sentimento de preservação das tradições, manifestado pelo seu proprietário.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Quinta%20da%20Silveira%20-%20Fajarda%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Embora o ambiente que se pretende retratar esteja aquem daquilo que em meu entender seria desejável para se chegar a outra dimensão, está bem claro, na organização deste pequeno espaço, o gosto que o seu propritário tem pelas coisas da nossa cultura, na sua vertente rural.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Quinta%20da%20Silveira%20-%20Fajarda%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116317791638386846?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116317791638386846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116317791638386846' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116317791638386846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116317791638386846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/11/sentimento-de-preservao.html' title='Sentimento de preservação'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116285317989206405</id><published>2006-11-06T22:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-06T22:46:19.923Z</updated><title type='text'>O rio feito mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Cheias%20-%20Coruche%20089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Cheias%20-%20Coruche%20089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A natureza continua a mandar sem que alguém a ela se possa impor, embora alguma tentativas se façam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Cheias%20-%20Coruche%20102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por onde passa a força da coorente de água tudo leva, devastando muito do que encontra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Cheias%20-%20Coruche%20090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O belo e o horrivel aqui se encontram, nos campos alagados, contemplados de forma bastante diversa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116285317989206405?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116285317989206405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116285317989206405' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116285317989206405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116285317989206405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/11/o-rio-feito-mar.html' title='O rio feito mar'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116268252753220725</id><published>2006-11-04T23:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-04T23:22:07.576Z</updated><title type='text'>Energias renováveis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Carregais%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Carregais%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em tempos, embora a sua propriedade não estivesse ao alcançe de todos, eram utilizados para accionar uma bomba que extraía água dos poços.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje apenas restam alguns, na maioria dos casos "deitados" ao abandono.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116268252753220725?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116268252753220725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116268252753220725' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116268252753220725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116268252753220725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/11/energias-renovveis.html' title='Energias renováveis'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116188947158224013</id><published>2006-10-26T19:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T20:18:18.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Velho percurso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Cheias%20Coruche%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Cheias%20Coruche%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao fim da tarde do dia 25 de Outubro de 2006, o Sorraia parecia querer rever o seu velho caminho e, ao mesmo tempo, destruir aqueles que consigo se "metem".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Cheias%20Coruche%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Este cenário, interpretado vulgarmente como devastador e penoso era em tempos considerado como algo bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Cheias%20Coruche014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;As terras tornam-se mais férteis devido à grande quantidade e diversidade de sedimentos transportados pela água e que se depositam nos campos que estiveram alagados pela água.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Cheias%20Coruche%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116188947158224013?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116188947158224013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116188947158224013' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116188947158224013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116188947158224013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/10/velho-percurso.html' title='Velho percurso'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116139133611758320</id><published>2006-10-21T01:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T01:42:16.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Colecção</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Barco%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Barco%205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Numa casa de comidas bem perto do mar, em Ayamonte, petiscava-se. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Barco%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;À entrada, traduzindo a forma de vida daquela região, uma montra apresentava um conjunto de miniaturas de barcos de pesca.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Barco%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116139133611758320?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116139133611758320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116139133611758320' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116139133611758320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116139133611758320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/10/coleco.html' title='Colecção'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-116057438461137190</id><published>2006-10-11T14:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T14:04:36.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A "caça" é pouca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já perto do fim da tarde, em fase de quarto crescente, com muita satisfação o Sr. António exibia uma perdiz e um coelho, fruto da sua jornada de caça.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Lua%20%282006%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, depois de as pousar (as peças de caça), referia com alguma tristeza o facto de ter percorrido uma grande área para apenas abter um coelho e a perdiz, essa, trouxe-a porque lhe "coube" na divisão da caça feita entre os elementos do grupo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Ant%3F%3Fnio%20Ca%3F%3Fa011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em conversas anteriores já me havia manifestado a saudade dos tempos em que saía de casa para caçar apenas aquilo que queria ter como refeição, tanto em quantidade como em variedade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São tempos que jamais voltarão!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-116057438461137190?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/116057438461137190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=116057438461137190' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116057438461137190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/116057438461137190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/10/caa-pouca.html' title='A &quot;caça&quot; é pouca'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115948945112526116</id><published>2006-10-03T01:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T00:54:25.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para muitos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Bolota%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Bolota%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lande já está quase criada, só falta amdurecer, dizia o sr. Joaquim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para além da cortiça, as bolotas são uma riqueza para muitos. Engordam os porcos do sr. Joaquim e a manada do seu patrão, alimentam o pombo Torcaz durante a sua permanência na nossa região, as perdizes comem as migalhas das que são partidas e ou roidas por outros animais, os coelhos bravos comem e até procriam com mais facilidade. Enfim, dão comer a muitos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Bolota%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre que é ano de muita "boleta", há ainda quem a armazene em tanques, numa conserva com água e sal para dar de comida aos animais, ao longo do ano.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Bolota%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115948945112526116?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115948945112526116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115948945112526116' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115948945112526116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115948945112526116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/10/para-muitos.html' title='Para muitos'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115905803522418690</id><published>2006-09-24T00:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T01:55:39.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feira de S.Miguel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazem-me lembrar o tempo em que ia à feira comprar umas botas para mim e outras para o meu filho. É Setembro e a feira aí está, dizia o sr. José quando contemplava este conjunto de bonecos. Na feira, passava também por uma outra tenda onde vendiam peças de artesanato de barro, tais como, bonecos, alguidares, fogareiros para grelhar a carvão e muitas outras coisas, hoje em desuso .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Bonecos%20de%20Estremoz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Bonecos de Estremoz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A feira era o acontecimento que se aguardava, nos mais diversos estados de espírito. Os adultos, porque dispunham de um momento em que a oferta era maior e mais diversificada, os mais novos porque teriam alguma hipótese de serem contemplados com um brinquedo. Na feira compravam-se os botins para enfrentar a chuva que se avizinhava, a roupa para o frio que era intenso, a boneca para a menina e a "camioneta" para o rapaz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estreava-se roupa nova ou vestia-se a melhor que se tinha para que naquele acto social nos pudessem ver "ao nosso melhor".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115905803522418690?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115905803522418690/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115905803522418690' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115905803522418690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115905803522418690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/09/feira-de-smiguel.html' title='Feira de S.Miguel'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115896792980337691</id><published>2006-09-23T00:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T01:49:37.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bolotas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Montado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Montado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Montado de sobro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Árvore nativa do sul da Europa e do norte de África, o sobreiro ocupa grandes extensões em Portugal e Espanha, às quais se chamam montados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Sobreiro%20040.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sobreiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Quercus suber"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;O ritidoma, parte da casca da árvore, de cor castanha ou acinzentada, é rugoso, espesso e esponjoso ao qual se dá o nome de "cortiça".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Com grande peso na economia local e ainda com algum a nível nacional, a cortiça, é extraída na primavera, de nove em nove anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Bolotas%20045.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bolota ou lande&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;No entanto esse aproveitamento do montado passa ainda pela utilização do fruto do sobreiro que é a bolota, também conhecida como lande, na alimentação do gado bovino ou ovino entre outros, sendo comum ver-se percorrendo zonas de montado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115896792980337691?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115896792980337691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115896792980337691' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115896792980337691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115896792980337691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/09/bolotas.html' title='Bolotas'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115836111913479284</id><published>2006-09-16T23:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T00:07:58.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Esconderijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Tabuas%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Tabuas%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Tábua-larga ou Foguetes &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Typha latifolia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;O sr. António caçava no tempo em que, durante a época venatória, era possível fazê-lo todos os dias, fora das reservas de caça.&lt;br /&gt;Disse-me que a cerca de quinhentos metros da casa onde morava, havia um açude que era o palco das suas caçadas aos patos. Sempre que queria um "patito" para comer com a família, rápidamente o caçava com a ajuda do seu cão de cobro, um retriver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Tabuas%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Algumas pessoas dão-lhe o nome de "Tabúa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Escondia-se entre as "tabúas" e não demorava muito que eles não aparecessem. Depois era só apontar, abater um ou dois e de imediato regressar a casa porque bastava.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é quase um milagre trazer um para casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115836111913479284?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115836111913479284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115836111913479284' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115836111913479284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115836111913479284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/09/esconderijo.html' title='Esconderijo'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115819286891451239</id><published>2006-09-14T00:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T01:28:57.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Traços suaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Vale%20de%20A??or"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Vale%20de%20A%3F%3For%20de%20Baixo%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Vale%20de%20A??or"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vale de Açor de Baixo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há mais de uma dezena de anos que dei pela existência desta igreja e de todas as vezes que lá passei disse que gostava de a fotografar. Isso aconteceu só que apenas consegui fotografar o exterior.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Vale%20de%20A%3F%3For%20de%20Baixo%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vale de Açor de Baixo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre Mértola e Beja, traços simples e suaves a condizer com o ambiente em que se insere, a paisagem alentejana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Fiquei com imensa pena por não ter visitado o seu interior , mas olhando o ambiente que se vive em redor, por certo só em dia de Eucaristia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115819286891451239?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115819286891451239/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115819286891451239' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115819286891451239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115819286891451239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/09/traos-suaves.html' title='Traços suaves'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115784366007343164</id><published>2006-09-11T23:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T01:43:48.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pão com manteiga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O fabrico de pão com fins industriais, embora de bairro, também aconteceu na Azervadinha e é testemunhado por esta chaminé.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Associado ao espaço onde se fabrica o pão está sempre o lugar onde se vende parte dessa produção.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Azervadinha%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Azervadinha - Coruche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os mais novos, regressados de uma noitada ou os mais velhos porque madrugam, sempre usufruiram do prazer de comer um pouco de pão "quentinho" com manteiga. É madrugada, bate-se à porta e o padeiro, pessoa que por força da função que desempenha a essa hora lá está a trabalhar, traz pão quente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recordo que quando era jovem, oito ou nove anos de idade e ia passar parte das férias escolares, a casa dos meus tios, a mãe do meu tio, cozia pão ao sábado de manhã e eu, sabendo da coisa, lá estava sempre pronto para receber a oferta de um pão quente, com o qual me deliciava comendo-o quente e com manteiga.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115784366007343164?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115784366007343164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115784366007343164' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115784366007343164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115784366007343164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/09/po-com-manteiga.html' title='Pão com manteiga'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115781876120388747</id><published>2006-09-10T16:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T23:39:36.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dois corpos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Sta%20Luzia%20-%20Tavira%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Sta%20Luzia%20-%20Tavira%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/S.%20Br??s"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Santa Luzia - Tavira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma das situações que marcam a difença entre as noras que se podem observar no Algarve e as que se vêm nas outra regiões do país é o facto de os engenhos que maioritáriamente se apresentam no Algarve serem compostos por dois corpos, nomeadamente a parte que está acopolada ao reservatório da água e uma outra, na qual se exercia, ou exerce, o movimento de tracção que o faz movimentar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Faro%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A caminho do centro e norte do país, o engenho apresenta-se apenas com um corpo, instalado no reservatório da água e a força de tracção que o movimenta, roda em torno deste.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115781876120388747?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115781876120388747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115781876120388747' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115781876120388747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115781876120388747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/09/dois-corpos.html' title='Dois corpos'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115776423801955521</id><published>2006-09-09T01:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T02:15:25.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Praia do comboio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Praia%20do%20Barril%20-%20Tavira%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Praia%20do%20Barril%20-%20Tavira%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voltando ao Algarve e também à Ria Formosa, as chaminés continuam a marcar presença, desta vez, numa passagem pela Praia do Barril, perto de Santa Luzia, podem ser contempladas chaminés que "fogem" ao rendilhado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Praia%20do%20Barril%20-%20Tavira%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Refira-se no entanto que não foi o único local onde observei chaminés com estas características, donde se poderá concluir que não se trata de uma excepção. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Praia%20do%20Barril%20-%20Tavira%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115776423801955521?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115776423801955521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115776423801955521' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115776423801955521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115776423801955521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/09/praia-do-comboio.html' title='Praia do comboio'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115715409287027998</id><published>2006-09-02T00:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T00:41:32.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comerciantes e aventureiros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/M??rtola"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/M%3F%3Frtola%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Mértola, a antiga Myrtilis do romanos, ergue-se de forma majestosa num cerro íngreme, ladeada pela ribeira de Oeiras e pelo rio Guadiana. Esta invejével posição geográfica, permitiu-lhe outrora excelentes condições de defesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/M%3F%3Frtola%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Aqui chegaram e daqui partiram, ao longo de vários milénios, comerciantes e aventureiros de todo o Mediterâneo. Durante cinco séculos de domínio romano, Mértola tornou-se num importante porto por onde se escoava o minério da mina de S. Domingos e os produtos agrícolas de todo o Alentejo. Chegou, inclusivé, a cunhar moeda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/M%3F%3Frtola%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;O texto apresentado é parte do que pode ler numa placa, colocada à beira da estrada, antes da ponte que atravessa a ribeira de Oeiras, mesmo ao chegar a Mértola, vindo de sul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115715409287027998?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115715409287027998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115715409287027998' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115715409287027998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115715409287027998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/09/comerciantes-e-aventureiros.html' title='Comerciantes e aventureiros'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115689381717737886</id><published>2006-08-30T23:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:35:26.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Também tem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/S.%20Br??s"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/S.%20Br%3F%3Fs%20de%20Alportel%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Montado de sobro - S. Brás de Alportel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;São Brás de Alportel é um concelho do distrito de Faro, lá na Serra do Caldeirão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Tal como em Coruche, parte da economia também depende do montado de sobro, tanto da cortiça como do restante aproveitamento que se faz ao montado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/S.%20Br%3F%3Fs%20de%20Alportel%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S. Brás de Alportel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A recolha da cortiça não será por certo feita de forma tão simples quanto a que se faz na nossa região. Vi em alguns pontos, terrenos bem ingremes, incapazes de consentirem qualquer veículo motorizado na recolha de cortiça, a não ser com máquinas ditas de lagartas ou com animais de carga.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/S.%20Br%3F%3Fs%20de%20Alportel%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nora - S. Brás de Alportel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115689381717737886?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115689381717737886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115689381717737886' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115689381717737886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115689381717737886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/08/tambm-tem.html' title='Também tem'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115681004998812084</id><published>2006-08-29T00:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T23:43:07.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Passagem fugaz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Há poucos dias, num passeio que fiz pelo campo, deparei-me com um bando de perdizes.&lt;br /&gt;As fotos que tirei não me satisfizeram no entanto quero partilhar esse momento, embora de forma muito simples.&lt;br /&gt;A perdiz que conhecemos no nosso país, denominada por perdiz vermelha é também designada por perdiz Ibérica. Tal como se refere é exclusiva da Península Ibérica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Perdiz%20Vermelha%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perdiz vermelha - "Alectoris rufa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;É muito cobiçada como espécie cinegética, sendo considerada por alguns como uma iguaria gastronómica.&lt;br /&gt;A didificuldade que oferece em ser abatida, no acto venatório, torna-a uma rainha. O seu voo é rápido e rasante.&lt;br /&gt;O colorido da plumagem faz dela uma peça de arte para qualquer pintor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115681004998812084?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115681004998812084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115681004998812084' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115681004998812084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115681004998812084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/08/passagem-fugaz.html' title='Passagem fugaz'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115668004684384409</id><published>2006-08-28T12:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T00:30:04.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em torno do deserto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/HPIM1122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/HPIM1122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meknes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As férias são propensas a viagens e a novos conhecimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo meu viajou por Marrocos e ofereceu-me um conjunto de fotos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/HPIM0881.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essaouira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;O Reino de Marrocos, situado no norte de África ocupa uma érea de 446.550 Kilómetros quadrados e tem uma população na ordem dos 20 milhões de habitantes. A capital do país é Rabat com cerca de um milhão de habitantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/HPIM1070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sendo a língua oficial o Árabe, no país também se fala françês, uma vez que foi colónia francesa até 1956, ano em que se tornou independente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/HPIM0979.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fes - Entrada da Medina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Nunca visitei o Reino de Marrocos no entanto, das imagens obtidas parece haver um conjunto que reflecte bem a sua cultura e por isso não resisti em apresentá-las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115668004684384409?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115668004684384409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115668004684384409' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115668004684384409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115668004684384409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/08/em-torno-do-deserto.html' title='Em torno do deserto'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115670136617168202</id><published>2006-08-27T18:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T19:51:59.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Velhos tempos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;A informação não foi bem clara pois a pessoa que a forneceu era bastante jovem quando a fotografia foi tirada, talvez o mais novo, com cerca de dez anos de idade, disse. Hoje, o sr. António tem setenta e quatro anos e recorda esses tempos, contando de vez em quando uma passagem da sua vida. Não sendo pessoa caduca, já conta as coisas parecendo apresentar muita saudade desses tempos. E bem diferentes que eles eram. Até eu já sinto isso. Tudo na vida vai passando, até o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Rancho%20Folc%20Campinos%20do%20Sorraia%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;O senhor António recorda-se apenas de ter acompanhado o grupo a Lisboa, Santarém e Alpiarça e diz, com alguma convicção, que a foto foi tirada em Lisboa. Referiu também que em Coruche há pessoas que poderão saber a data e o local pois são alguns dos adultos que estão na fotografia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;O nome do grupo não se lembra, talvez "Campinos do Sorraia", mas diz que os fundadores foram Joaquim Neto e Virgolino Lopes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115670136617168202?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115670136617168202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115670136617168202' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115670136617168202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115670136617168202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/08/velhos-tempos_27.html' title='Velhos tempos'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115663148953197834</id><published>2006-08-26T23:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T23:38:23.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sardinha assada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Portim??o"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Portim%3F%3Fo%20-%20Algarve%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Portimão - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Festival da Sardinha ( ao fundo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;A gastronomia do litoral algarvio tem sempre presente o peixe fresco e não há veraneante que não queira degustar um bom prato da região.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Portim%3F%3Fo%20-%20Algarve%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Junto ao rio Arade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Passar por Portimão e comer sardinha assada é quase obrigatório. Até parece que têm outro sabor, comidas à beira do rio Arade.&lt;br /&gt;Directo do mar para o grelhador, os algarvios aproveitam bem esse potencial que é o pescado e não há restaurante que não apresente no cardápio diversos pratos de peixe, entre outros o atum, sardinhas, sargo, anchovas e outros mais ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Portim%3F%3Fo%20-%20Algarve%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barco de passeio - Rio Arade - Portimão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115663148953197834?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115663148953197834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115663148953197834' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115663148953197834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115663148953197834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/08/sardinha-assada.html' title='Sardinha assada'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115653401300052907</id><published>2006-08-25T19:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T20:54:50.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pau de Cebo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falar do Algarve é resultado dos dias de férias que lá passei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em Santa Luzia, pequena povoação do concelho de Tavira havia festa.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto que em alguns sítios do Ribatejo o pau está na vertical e no topo tem um bacalhau que será a compensação para quem lá chegar, ali é o mastro de um barco, está na horizontal e tinha na ponta uma bandeira.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Sta%20Luzia%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;O mastro é encebado e a rapaziada procura fazer todo o percurso sem escorregar para tocar a bandeira que se encontra na extremidade, garantindo assim o prémio que são apenas alguns euros. A maioria não consegue lá chegar pois escorrega e cai à água, um mal menor pois é verão, está calor e tudo isso faz parte da festa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Sta%20Luzia%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta pequena localidade faz parte da Ria Formosa e muitos dos seus habitantes pescam, entre outros, o polvo, utilizando para isso potes de barro. Alguns desses potes foram últimamente trocados por recipientes semelhantes feitos de uma matéria pástica.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Sta%20Luzia%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sempre que passo pelo sotavento algarvio não prescindo de passar por lá. A ria, o mar, os barcos, os sapais conjugam-se de tal forma que torna impossivel não se gostar daquele lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115653401300052907?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115653401300052907/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115653401300052907' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115653401300052907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115653401300052907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/08/pau-de-cebo.html' title='Pau de Cebo'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115647025857981840</id><published>2006-08-24T02:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T02:44:18.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De papel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Praia%20do%20Barril%20-%20Tavira%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Praia%20do%20Barril%20-%20Tavira%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Papagaio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corria de forma desenfreada para que o papagaio se erguesse no céu.&lt;br /&gt;A estrutura era construída com tiras de cana, o corpo feito de papel e a cauda constituída por um fio com pequenos pedaços de papel atados.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, ao contrário do que se fazia, vai-se comprar um enquanto que antigamante, pai e filho, a pedido do último, o construiam e vaziam voar, normalmente depois de muitos ensaios pois muitas vezes teimava em não se erguer.&lt;br /&gt;Era e é a delícia de ambos, gerando momentos de convívio, pois não há ninguem que não goste de mostrar um pouco da sua habilidade, até um pai.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115647025857981840?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115647025857981840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115647025857981840' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115647025857981840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115647025857981840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/08/de-papel.html' title='De papel'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115628558730259657</id><published>2006-08-23T23:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T20:45:57.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tintas e brancas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Uvas%20de%20Agosto%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Uvas%20de%20Agosto%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;As uvas estão maduras e as vindimas à porta. As adegas começam a agitar-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Lavam-se os barris e os lagares, preparam-se os utensílios para a apanha da uva e preparação do vinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Pedras%20d%27El%20Rei%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Em tempos, a vindima era festa e no caso de pequenas explorações era festa de família e amigos. Hoje os procedimentos ultrapassam o artesanal mas ainda não deixaram de satisfazer a podução familiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Uvas%20de%20Agosto%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Trocou-se o pisar a uva, pelo esmagador, o mosto deixou de ser transvasado com cântaros e passou a ser bombeado, até os recipientes para fazer o vinho, alguns, deixaram de ser em madeira e foram substituídos por plástico ou inox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115628558730259657?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115628558730259657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115628558730259657' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115628558730259657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115628558730259657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/08/tintas-e-brancas.html' title='Tintas e brancas'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115620066681929624</id><published>2006-08-22T23:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:30:51.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cestos e Cataventos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Cesteiro%20-%20Tavira%20001.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Cesteiro%20-%20Tavira%20001.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Tavira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em Tavira foi possível observar, três artesãos de actividades que já vão fugindo do nosso quotidiano, um funileiro e uma senhora que constroi abanos, esta última, esposa do cesteiro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Cesteiro%20-%20Tavira%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artesanato - Cestaria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São estas tradições que a industrialização e não só, fez desaparecer. Foram os hábitos, as novas formas de estar e de usar a natureza que contribuiram para o quase desaparecimento destas actividades.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Funileiro%20-%20Tavira%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oficina de Funileiro - Tavira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;O mestre funileiro, apresentou-se também como um grande construtor de cataventos, peças que constroi com o aproveitamento de materiais. Diz ter o ser trabalho espalhado por todo o Algarve e ainda por outros pontos do país.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115620066681929624?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115620066681929624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115620066681929624' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115620066681929624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115620066681929624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/08/cestos-e-cataventos.html' title='Cestos e Cataventos'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115619883648250172</id><published>2006-08-21T22:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T23:23:54.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Arte moura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Luz%20da%20Tavira%20006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Luz%20da%20Tavira%20006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Concelho de Tavira &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O galo está para Barcelos, assim como as chaminés estão para o Algarve.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passar pelo Algarve sem contemplar e fazer registos das suas chaminés seria imperdoável.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Olh%3F%3Fo%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Concelho de Faro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São obras de arte, peças únicas, que com o tempo se têm vindo a perder uma vez que o seu fabrico industrial as tem absorvido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/S.%20Br%3F%3Fs%20de%20Alportel%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Concelho de S. Brás de Alportel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em quase todos os pequenos mercados de artesanato e ou lojas de lembranças que se visitam no Algarve, lá está à venda uma miniatura de chaminé. Não sei bem qual a razão do galo de Barcelos, mas que as chaminés são do Algarve e o representam bem, isso é verdade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115619883648250172?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115619883648250172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115619883648250172' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115619883648250172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115619883648250172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/08/arte-moura.html' title='Arte moura'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115611386099077776</id><published>2006-08-20T23:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T00:02:04.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mar e Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Castro%20Marim%20021.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Castro%20Marim%20021.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhando o Guadiana, bem perto do mar, Castro Marim apresenta-se como uma terra importante na história de Portugal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No cimo de uma das suas colinas está implantada a igreja e o moinho que se vêem nas imagens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Castro%20Marim%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Contemplando a paisagem, para além de avistarmos Vila Real de Santo António e Ayamonte, sentimos ainda a presença de uma actividade económica quase sempre presente onde há mar e sol, a exploração do sal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Castro%20Marim%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Castro Marim foi importante porto marítimo e fluvial, entreposto de minérios e muitos comércios, vila fortificada antes mesmo das feitorias fenícias ali estabelecidas. Outros seguiram a cuidar das fortificações, nomeadamente romanos e islamitas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115611386099077776?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115611386099077776/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115611386099077776' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115611386099077776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115611386099077776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/08/mar-e-sol.html' title='Mar e Sol'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115601610665844181</id><published>2006-08-19T20:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T02:19:50.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimetismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Camale??o"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Camale%3F%3Fo%20-%20Altura%20017.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No sotavento algarvio, mesmo junto ao mar é comum observarem-se camaleões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Camale%3F%3Fo%20-%20Altura%20050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De férias, quando me dirigia para a praia, transportando a máquina fotográfica, na espectativa de encontrar um desses animais e fotografá-lo, assim aconteceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Os espectadores depressa surgiram e em número indesejável para a tarefa a que me propunha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Camale%3F%3Fo%20-%20Altura%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alguém me perguntou como poderia ter um em casa e como cuidar dele. Respondi-lhe dizendo que a melhor forma de cuidar dele sería não o levar e fazer com que todos assim fizessem. Olhou para mim e foi-se embora. Será que não levou nenhum? Oxalá não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115601610665844181?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115601610665844181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115601610665844181' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115601610665844181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115601610665844181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/08/mimetismo.html' title='Mimetismo'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115592969666986570</id><published>2006-08-18T20:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T13:55:31.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prata da Casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Corrida%20de%20Touros%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Corrida%20de%20Touros%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Nas Cortesias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem qualquer sombra de dúvida, Coruche tem na sua cultura o toiro bravo.&lt;br /&gt;No dia 17 de Agosto, feriado municipal, muitos vão à corrida. O caso torna-se ainda mais importante pelo facto de grande parte do cartel ser composto por artistas coruchenses - cavaleiros, forcados, peões de brega e campinos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Corrida%20de%20Touros%20041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arte de montar - João Telles Júnior&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Corrida%20de%20Touros%20038.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruno - A estrear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O traje antigo, património cultural da região, esse, fica apenas para os artistas, mas mesmo assim não deixamos de ver as pessoas um pouco mais cuidadas nas suas vestes, não fora dia de festa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Corrida%20de%20Touros%20109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;João Salgueiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Corrida%20de%20Touros%20053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forcados de Coruche&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115592969666986570?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115592969666986570/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115592969666986570' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115592969666986570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115592969666986570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/08/prata-da-casa.html' title='Prata da Casa'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115583028387729270</id><published>2006-08-17T16:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T02:30:42.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cortejo Etnográfico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Cortejo%20Etnogr??fico"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Cortejo%20Etnogr%3F%3Ffico%20-%20Coruche%20047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As tradições coruchenses estiveram bem representadas no cortejo etnográfico das Festas de Coruche deste ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Cortejo%20Etnogr%3F%3Ffico%20-%20Coruche%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se bem que algumas actividades não tivessem sido abordadas, o cortejo apresentou-se de forma simples, caracterizando bem o concelho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Cortejo%20Etnogr%3F%3Ffico%20-%20Coruche%20077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rio, touros e cavalos, usos e costumes, tudo isso lá estava presente gerando assim mais uma oportunidade para os mais velhos relembrarem e os mais novos conhecerem a forma como viviam as "gentes de Coruche".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115583028387729270?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115583028387729270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115583028387729270' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115583028387729270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115583028387729270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/08/cortejo-etnogrfico.html' title='Cortejo Etnográfico'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115439129433482578</id><published>2006-08-01T01:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T01:40:04.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Esta????o"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Esta%3F%3F%3F%3Fo%20CP%20Coruche%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Estação do Caminho de Ferro - Coruche &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não fugindo à regra e tal como a maioria dos portugueses fazem, também vou de férias em Agosto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recolherei imagens fotográficas que prometo apresentar logo que volte.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Este alpendre também já terá visto partir ou chegar alguém para férias. Tempos vão em que as pessoas usavam o comboio para isso. Hoje a realidade é outra, no entanto o cais de embarque lá está. Calmo, aguardando o comboio e os passageiros que parecem ser menos que os comboios que por lá passam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Um abraço e boas férias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115439129433482578?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115439129433482578/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115439129433482578' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115439129433482578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115439129433482578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/08/frias.html' title='Férias'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115439059116756228</id><published>2006-08-01T00:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T01:03:11.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Outros virão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Festa%20da%20Erra%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Festa%20da%20Erra%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Comissão de Festas 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É de louvar o esforço daqueles que ao longo de um ano, desnvolvem todos os esforços no sentido de reunirem algum dinheiro para levar a cabo as festas populares da sua terra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Festa%20da%20Erra%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Vila Nova da Erra - 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Vila Nova da Erra, não fugiu à regra e mais uma vez se cumpriu a tradição. Os festeiros tudo fizeram para que esta ainda fosse melhor quer as outras. Basta-nos isso para dizer que cumpriram a missão para a qual se comprometeram há um ano atrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Festa%20da%20Erra%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Igreja da Erra - 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A padroeira, Nossa Senhora do Vale há-de ouvir tembém as preces daqueles que se empenharam na festa, onde sempre acontece a mistura do pagão com o religioso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Parabéns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115439059116756228?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115439059116756228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115439059116756228' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115439059116756228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115439059116756228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/08/outros-viro.html' title='Outros virão'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115400337272462926</id><published>2006-07-29T13:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T01:31:58.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Água para o "monte"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Aqueduto%20do%20Monte%20da%20Barca%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Aqueduto%20do%20Monte%20da%20Barca%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Aqueduto do Monte da Barca &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Aqueduto do Monte da Barca, foi construído por volta dos séculos XIV-XV e fica situado na herdade que lhe dá o nome.&lt;br /&gt;É uma construção com cerca de um quilómetro de extensão e servia para levar água ao "monte" da herdade. Tem arcos com envergadura máxima na ordem dos 3,4 metros, chegando a atingir quatro metros de altura em alguns pontos do seu percurso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Aqueduto%20do%20Monte%20da%20Barca%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;A sua estrutura está interrompida em alguns pontos do percurso, nomeadamente onde passa a estrada nacional e no interior da propriedade, onde ruiu,  fruto da degradação, tendo possibilitando o aparecimento de um caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115400337272462926?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115400337272462926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115400337272462926' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115400337272462926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115400337272462926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/07/gua-para-o-monte.html' title='Água para o &quot;monte&quot;'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115395394642512102</id><published>2006-07-28T23:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T23:49:47.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Falcão Peneireiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Falc??o"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Falc%3F%3Fo%20Peneireiro%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Peneireiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Falco tinnunculus" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Falcão Peneireiro ou simplesmente Peneireiro é comummente observado nos nossos campos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É o falconídeo mais comum na Europa, frequentemente observado ao longo das estradas a paiarar, batendo as asas muito rápidamente a uma distância do solo compreendida entre 5 e 15 metros, na procura de alimento. A sua alimentação é normalmente composta por insectos ou mamíferos de pequeno porte.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O macho tem a cabeça e a nuca cinzento-azuladas, o dorso avermelhado, as asas com manchas negras e a cauda cinzenta-azulada com uma faixa preta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115395394642512102?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115395394642512102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115395394642512102' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115395394642512102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115395394642512102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/07/falco-peneireiro.html' title='Falcão Peneireiro'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115395652553527421</id><published>2006-07-27T23:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T23:49:08.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Maduros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Cultura%20de%20Tomate%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Cultura%20de%20Tomate%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Concelho de Coruche&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;A cultura do tomate, foi e continua a ser parte importante da produção agrícola do concelho de Coruche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Em tempos, grupos imensos de homens e mulheres trabalhavam na agricultura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sazonalmente ocupavam os campos em dedicação à cultura do tomate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Plantar, regar, mondar, enxofrar, colher, carregar, são verbos que identificam toda essa actividade e consequentemente o suporte económico de muitas famílias, não só a do produtor como também de todos os que nessa fase do ano para ele trabalhavam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Hoje, todo este processo está simplificado pois as máquinas substituiram grande parte desses homens e mulheres, contribuindo para que o trabalho do campo seja "mais leve" se bem que continue a ter as suas amarguras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Cultura%20de%20Tomate%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Concelho de Coruche&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O tomate está práticamente maduro e a azáfama da colheita está à porta. As estradas já se começam a apresentar salpicadas de encarnado, pois alguns tomates vão caindo da "carrada", durante o transporte para a fábrica.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115395652553527421?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115395652553527421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115395652553527421' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115395652553527421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115395652553527421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/07/maduros.html' title='Maduros'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115387477647820475</id><published>2006-07-26T01:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T02:07:40.583+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ver o fogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Avenida%20do%20Sorraia%20-%20Coruche%20001.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Avenida%20do%20Sorraia%20-%20Coruche%20001.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avenida do Sorraia - Coruche &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Este portão tem por hábito ver o "fogo" na noite de catorze para quinze de Agosto, período em que decorrem as Festas em Honra de Nossa Senhora do Castelo.&lt;br /&gt;Eram muitos os forasteiros que compareciam e ainda hoje, são muitas as pesoas que nessa noite admiram o espectáculo. Talvez já não tenha o impacto que tinha há algumas dezenas de anos, os valores serão outros para a faixa etária que contempla o evento, mas mesmo assim, ainda se mantém a tradição e muita gente se delicia com o acontecimento&lt;br /&gt;Também eu gosto imenso de observar o fogo de artifício, normalmente utilizado como fonte de atracção nas festas populares. Sempre que posso desfrutar desse espectáculo, não perco. Este ano, mais uma vez não estarei em Coruche para participar nesse acontecimento. Outros estarão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115387477647820475?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115387477647820475/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115387477647820475' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115387477647820475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115387477647820475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/07/ver-o-fogo.html' title='Ver o fogo'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115378341974827076</id><published>2006-07-25T23:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T00:27:04.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Engalanada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Vila%20Nova%20da%20Erra%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Vila%20Nova%20da%20Erra%20003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Vila Nova da Erra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A azáfama é grande.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toda a população se movimenta par que as casas e as ruas estejam "todas bonitas" nos dias da festa que decorrerá de 28 a 31 de Julho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A procissão não poderá passar frente a uma casa com mau aspecto. Que dirá a padroeira... ou talvez quem acompanhar a procissão, se passar por uma casa com aspecto pouco cuidado?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lava-se, caia-se, enfim, por onde se passa pode ver-se actividade conducente ao embelezamento do espaço.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os festeiros, esses, estavam peocupados com aprontamento do palco pois o artista quere-o maior, as instalações do bar têm que ser limpas, as rifas da quermesse não podem falhar, a vacada não pode ser comprometida, enfim todos se preucupam para que esta festa seja, no mínimo, igual às anteriores.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É assim que se manifesta a população em Portugal, de norte a sul, quando chega o verão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Vila%20Nova%20da%20Erra%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Vila Nova da Erra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115378341974827076?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115378341974827076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115378341974827076' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115378341974827076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115378341974827076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/07/engalanada.html' title='Engalanada'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115369416512302672</id><published>2006-07-24T23:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:45:05.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beringelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Rua%20da%20Gra??a"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Rua%20da%20Gra%3F%3Fa%20-%20Coruche%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Rua da Graça - Coruche&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhei sobre Coruche e vi, do outro lado do Sorraia, um campo plantado de beringelas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A agricultura é como sabemos, a alma de Coruche, no entanto as beringelas, não têm sido a opção.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Beringelas%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Cultura de beringelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por não ser hábito vê-las no campo, apenas no supermercado, despertou-me a atenção o colorido do fruto. Dá-nos a sensação de exotismo. E a sopa de beringela, será boa? A minha mãe fá-la, mas eu, penso que nunca provei. Faz também beringela frita.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Beringelas%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beringela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115369416512302672?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115369416512302672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115369416512302672' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115369416512302672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115369416512302672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/07/beringelas.html' title='Beringelas'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115360807601369978</id><published>2006-07-23T23:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T23:41:16.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obras na Igreja Matriz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Igreja%20matriz%20-%20Coruche%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Igreja%20matriz%20-%20Coruche%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt; Igreja Matriz - Coruche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;A Igreja Matriz de Coruche está em obras. As pirâmides que cobrem as duas torres estão a ser pintadas.&lt;br /&gt;Independentemente da confissão religiosa que sustenta uma construção desta natureza, são bens que se devem preservar pois encerram um património inigualável, face à riqueza cultural e artística que normalmente apresentam.&lt;br /&gt;A paróquia de Coruche assim está a proceder efectuando obras (pintura exterior) nas torres da igreja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Coruche%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obras na Igreja Matriz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115360807601369978?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115360807601369978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115360807601369978' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115360807601369978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115360807601369978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/07/obras-na-igreja-matriz.html' title='Obras na Igreja Matriz'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115352646657963658</id><published>2006-07-22T00:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T01:01:06.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Palco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Coreto%20-%20Coruche%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Coreto%20-%20Coruche%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coruche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Com o Verão vêm tradicionalmente os casamentos. Poucos são os noivos que não posam para a fotografia, no jardim junto ao coreto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Há-de ter sido palco de muitas actuações, de bandas, fanfarras e de outros espectáculos. Hoje quase tudo isso nos deixou, sendo essa função desempenhada por estruturas desmontáveis que jamais igualarão os coretos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Os tempos são outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;O coreto de coruche é de arquitectura simples, mas não deixa por isso de ser o palco onde desfilaram muitos artistas da música ou de outras vertentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115352646657963658?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115352646657963658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115352646657963658' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115352646657963658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115352646657963658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/07/palco.html' title='Palco'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115343640200092939</id><published>2006-07-21T23:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T00:05:05.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do outro lado do rio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Coruche%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Coruche%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Ponte sobre o Sorraia - Coruche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Durante um curto espaço de tempo estive sobre terra que os agricultores pisam diáriamente e que em tempos foi o leito do Sorraia.&lt;br /&gt;A ponte, não era necessária neste local, quando em tempos, do miradouro da Igreja do Castelo, se observava o Sorraia um pouco mais além, não o novo, mas o velho, como se um rio, pudesse ser velho. A água nunca é sua, vai-se, por isso um rio não tem água, leva-a, sempre a caminho da foz. Renova-se diáriamente e por isso não é velho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Do outro lado da ponte do Sorraia velho, fica a Ponte da Coroa, construção bem presente na história de Coruche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Coruche%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ponte sobre o Sorraia Velho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115343640200092939?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115343640200092939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115343640200092939' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115343640200092939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115343640200092939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/07/do-outro-lado-do-rio.html' title='Do outro lado do rio'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115326140997957738</id><published>2006-07-19T22:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:26:50.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Encerrada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Escola%20de%20Olheiros%2011%20Julho%202006%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Escola%20de%20Olheiros%2011%20Julho%202006%20040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Escola de Olheiros - Frazão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo à beira da estrada, lá fica a Escola Primária de Olheiros, junto ao Frazão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No dia que por lá passei perguntei porque havia festa e responderam dizendo que se tratava da festa de despedida, não da professora como profissional mas sim da professora a despedir-se da escola, onde durante anos e anos leccionou, pois agora vai encerrar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixará muitas saudades a todos quantos por lá passaram e por si foram ensinados.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É assim a vida, o resultado da concentração das pessoas nos aglomerados urbanos e o abandono do meio rural.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os índices demográficos destas regiões não permitem a manutenção do funcionamento desses estabelecimentos de ensino e é pena pois perde-se o contacto com o campo, o mundo rural. Ganhar-se-ão outras coisas, por certo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Escola%20de%20Olheiros%2011%20Julho%202006%20035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Recinto exterior da escola de Olheiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115326140997957738?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115326140997957738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115326140997957738' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115326140997957738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115326140997957738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/07/encerrada.html' title='Encerrada'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115308491521417450</id><published>2006-07-17T22:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:30:11.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Maravilha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Pal??cio"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Pal%3F%3Fcio%20de%20Monserrate%20-%20Sintra%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palácio de Monserrate - Sintra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em 1858, Francis Cook mandou construir o lindo Palácio de Monserrate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os três corpos do pavilhão apresentam as fachadas rasgadas por portas e janelas de quebradura gótica.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os soberbos jardins que rodeiam o palácio foram concebidos e executados por Stockdale e também por Thomas Gargill.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No parque podem observar-se hoje, mais de três mil espécies exóticas e refira-se que também podem ser observados sobreiros, árvore da nossa região e centenários pelo porte que apresentam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Pal%3F%3Fcio%20de%20Monserrate%20-%20Sintra%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jardins do Palácio de Monserrate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115308491521417450?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115308491521417450/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115308491521417450' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115308491521417450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115308491521417450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/07/maravilha.html' title='Maravilha'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115300471607708458</id><published>2006-07-15T23:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T00:11:31.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Abrasador</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/P??r"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/P%3F%3Fr%20do%20Sol%20-%20Coruche%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Pôr do Sol sobre Coruche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este Sol só pode ser prenúncio de temperaturas abrasadoras, da ordem dos "quarenta e tal" graus centígrados. E é o que se faz sentir hoje.&lt;br /&gt;É noite e as pessoas vêm para a rua com vestes ligeiras.&lt;br /&gt;Umas dizem que o calor é fruto da época e que não nos lembramos do que era antigamente, outras dizem que é resultado do aquecimento global.&lt;br /&gt;Será por certo fruto das duas coisas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/P%3F%3Fr%20do%20Sol%20-%20Coruche%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mesmo ao caír do pano"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115300471607708458?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115300471607708458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115300471607708458' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115300471607708458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115300471607708458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/07/abrasador.html' title='Abrasador'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115291978579206203</id><published>2006-07-15T00:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T00:36:52.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sardinhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Praia%20das%20Ma????s"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Praia%20das%20Ma%3F%3F%3F%3Fs%20-%20Sintra%20061.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Praia das Maçãs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Saboreando uma sardinha, prato bem tradicional da gastronomia portuguesa, foi possivel contemplar a praia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Embora estejam sempre associadas à praia e ao mar, as sardinhas são elemento integrante da gastronomia de Coruche. Grelhadas, fritas, de escabeche, no forno, elas faziam e fazem parte da alimentação da população de Coruche, se bem que os Coruchenses não sejam os únicos. Fazem parte de um grande grupo que é Portugal - norte, sul e ilhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Praia%20das%20Ma%3F%3Fas%20-%20Sintra%20062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Praia das Maçãs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115291978579206203?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115291978579206203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115291978579206203' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115291978579206203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115291978579206203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/07/sardinhas.html' title='Sardinhas'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115283107690367553</id><published>2006-07-14T23:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:57:46.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brinquedos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Museu%20do%20Brinquedo%20-%20Sintra%20023.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Museu%20do%20Brinquedo%20-%20Sintra%20023.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Museu do Brinquedo - Sintra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Visitando o Museu do Brinquedo em Sintra, recordamos tempos que jamais voltarão e nos marcaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;O Museu do Brinquedo é resultado da colecção particular de brinquedos de João Arbués Moreira, que construiu o seu espólio ao longo de mais de cinquenta anos. O Museu foi criado em 1989 com mais de 40.000 brinquedos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para os mais novos, muitos dos exemplares que são observáveis, pouco significado terão, outros nem tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Imensas vezes me montei numa cana e brinquei às touradas, outras vezes, fui à feira com os meus pais e pedi-lhes que me comprassem uma camioneta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoje pede-se um jogo de computador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As voltas que o mundo dá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E em tão pouco tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Museu%20do%20Brinquedo%20-%20Sintra%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Museu do Brinquedo - Sintra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115283107690367553?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115283107690367553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115283107690367553' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115283107690367553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115283107690367553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/07/brinquedos.html' title='Brinquedos'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24018741.post-115256046717151330</id><published>2006-07-11T20:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T23:09:10.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Moagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/1600/Moagem%20Vale%20do%20Sorraia%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/2487/400/Moagem%20Vale%20do%20Sorraia%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Chaminé da Moagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Centenária (foi o que me disseram), a chaminé da moagem mantém-se de pé dizendo que ainda está para durar.&lt;br /&gt;As cegonhas mais uma vez marcam presença, sempre que se trata de pontos elevados.&lt;br /&gt;Em conversa com uma pessoa ligada ao Instituto de Conservação da Natureza, no decorrer da conversa disse que o número elevado de cegonhas se deve à ausência de predadores e ainda à facilidade em encontrarem alimento, nomeadamente nas lixeiras.&lt;br /&gt;A chaminé, essa já não tem outra função que não a de simbolizar aquilo que foi a presença da "Moagem do Sorraia" e servir de plataforma de apoio para o ninho das cegonhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24018741-115256046717151330?l=strixstrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/feeds/115256046717151330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24018741&amp;postID=115256046717151330' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115256046717151330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24018741/posts/default/115256046717151330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strixstrix.blogspot.com/2006/07/moagem.html' title='Moagem'/><author><name>Strix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983630260860217659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
